nothing to know

only the body
and only the middle
with the honey
handle gently in death
i’ll do anything
and i don’t even have to tell you
be sure to capitalise
on the moment of obsession
nothing could be simple
not even the centre of my stomach
or are you going to give me a gift
generous little bumblebee
i thought i recognised sweetness
but sweetness
it’s very far away

a sea of bodies, working away