dailies

when i got to work i stopped in the john

washing my hands i see a little drunken

bee hitched to the strap of my backpack

wobbly held to nothing but hope and a dream

no, that was me held to nothing

i lifted the bee to the sink wished it well

knowing the next person to wash his

hands will probably freak at the sight of a bee

on the sink and squash it

in stupid ignorance