june

time and distance equal shame, i guess. the limit

is forever or however long we’re given.

i play a part in this too, i just haven’t figured out my role

yet. i’m not acting, i’m just trying to.

i dream full of fits, i think

full of stops, i speak my mind but i’m all false starts.

i guess i want to be alive. so far

that’s all i know how to be. i’m halfway

out the door but i’m always looking back. the distance

on my part is nearly always intentional.

i’ve always been this good at hiding.

i’m relatively new at pulling myself open.

some days i don’t speak and i rarely

listen. i like to watch those watching, catch a spare reaction.

BEE LB is an array of letters, bound to impulse; a writer creating delicate connections. they have called any number of places home; currently, a single yellow wall in Michigan. they have been published in FOLIO, ALOCASIA, and MOODY, among others. their portfolio can be found at twinbrights.carrd.co