Hornet’s Nest

Splayed open
I had a heart, 
sweet meat 
my parents 
made a feast of.

A chamber for her
A chamber for him.

They dined on it
again & again.

When devoured, 
in its place 
they placed
a woody pulp 
honest nest.

That’s always 
a buzz, 
never at rest. 
Alert. Anxious. 
© SB Joy, 2022

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