The honey shack’s no longer full of feasible bees. I imagine hymns escaping through your mouth and covering me in stings. I know I’m lucky to have someone to miss. It doesn’t make singing any easier.
Some hooligan burnt down the honey shack. I consult the crime dog who sends me to his oracle who ships me off in an Amish taxi. The hills frighten by storming my horizon.
The driver drops me in the only patch of street light for miles. Lo and behold my llama is patiently waiting for me. I feed him some jerky. He flashes his teeth at me. The only food I have left is the cold fruit in my sash.
This landscape is almost the desert. I fear this is a trap. Back behind the curtain the universe is laughing. And you are laughing. I step backwards out of the current moment. The hills are phosphorescent, masked in bees.
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JASON TOBIN is currently an MFA candidate in the New Writers Project at the University of Texas at Austin and poetry editor for Bat City Review. He splits his time between Austin and Portland.
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Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021