life cycle of a bee

I watched the pavement get bright when the sun set and the street lights rose.

I thought about the circus in the parking lot outside work.

I thought about my own life and death,

and I thought about my home.

I thought about junior prom.

I thought about fitting into dresses and the soft and hard places of my body.

I thought about the way I’d like to be kissed.

I thought about smiling at someone you haven’t seen in awhile.

I thought about people not knowing if they could laugh at our jokes,

and I thought about being the only one in an elevator.

I thought about breathing fresh air after leaving a building and breathing fresh air right now.

I thought about how to keep flowers from dying and my email address.

I thought about moving, and then

I thought about my hands in the grass, and that made me alone.