the bees were drunk because
the apple juice fermented
while they lied on the ground
dying and rotting into dust and
soil again but the bees were
heavy and stupid bumping
lazily into one another and
I heard them making impact
their tiny bodies thudding and
knocking into each other while I
lied next to you under a tree
that offered only fuji apples
to us and the ground and most importantly
the bees who were in love with
the sweet fruit and the knocking bodies
and probably each other.
Samantha (Sam) Harrison (she / they) is a recent college graduate living in Indiana. Her works have appeared in The Merrimack Review, Tiny Flames Press, Turnpike Magazine, Nymphs and Stentorian Bitch literary magazine. In her free time, she draws cartoons and posts occasional thoughts on her twitter (@totallysamh).