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{ the sweetest bee makes the thickest honey. }
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In her Beekiller premiere, the poetrice delivers us into the claustro-poetic interior space of disintegrating relationships and semantically violent medical conditions.
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Compromise
She felt he had paid to see the display
So once again she rose
And deliberately combusted
In her bedroom without an air conditioner
Which was her excuse
Too sticky and hot for him to spend the night
She let her ashes cool and settle
Waited for the door to slam
Before reconstructing for more private explosions
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