A poem from the book Submerged Structure.
The Beekeeper
"What freakout
Routine is this,
Buzzed the call girl
Flipping the lights
To discover me in
Full beekeper's gear.
"It's a number 7,
I droned, lifting
The veil of my helmut,
"With a Bavarian twist.
"Kinky," she squealed,
Cinching her abdomen
To the impossible 16 inch
Hourglass needed
For a Bavarian.
I cautiously laid
Out my tools
And set to work.
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