I go deep
but all I find
is the old muffin
I ate yesterday
for dinner
I try to coax it back
like I do with my son
when I want him to wear
his sweater vest
but I am in a rush
and it runs the other way
I yell
and it yells back
I start anyway
and it is like those dreams
when you cannot
work your hands
I learn again
how I am so much flesh
draped over a tiny stranger
who comes and goes as it likes
without it
I am unlit
I go to sleep early
lying on my back
I feel the pinch
of my need
I do the only thing left to do
I think sweet thoughts
trying to lure back the bee.