you had to raise
your hand
like a child in school
to get her to stop
talking
and take a turn.
she had a lot to say
about a lot
of things.
each thought
disconnected.
her head was like
a bee hive
struck with a stick.
the words,
or bees flying out
of her mouth
in all directions.
meandering to a different
flower or tree,
or patch of skin
to land upon.
luckily you had
on your bee suit,
safe and protected
from her
stings. when it was
over you clumsily
walked away
and wondered what
that was all about.
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