Beer and Bees
There is an angry man with thick furrowed brows, he spits his words out as if he can't swallow them whole, "there are bees ' he says that lives under his flesh, they beg him for release but he shuts them up instead, thumping his hand on table it flashes an angry red, he yells so loudly I smell beer on his breath, he smiles sometimes that's when I like him the best , I wish he'd stop smoking drowning in cigar stench, I wanted to understand him so I slapped my hand on the bench, I think I felt it then, bees buzzing in my fists clenched He hit me once, I fell it blossomed on my skin, the red, I just look at him and say "Father, those bees got in my leg"