TO THE BRIM

Full to the fucking brim

with bees

with wants and wishes

with the heat of 8000 suns

with oozing lava

with questions

with the eyes of the ravens from that forest we wandered

with pulls and pushes

with wills and wills and wills

with villainous intent

with stained butcher aprons

with tiny futile forgotten gods

with pebbles from the windy river

with acupuncturist punctures'

with bent forks and blunt knives

with yearning

with a deep desire to be alive before, again

with rage

with whimsy.

Full to the fucking brim.