universal donor

this is a draft of a poem from a book i'm working on! like, writing!

if art is the honey stored in my blood

may it come in many flavors

created from nectar of a range of flowers

sucked up and, brought home in a stomach of its very own

broken down to the basest enzyme, tended to,

turned sticky and bright with every flap of

purpose’s warming wing—

what i hope to convey is,

this moment deserves patience

and this body will learn to w…