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I Never Needed to Be the Queen Bee

After sex the becoming of we
is the knee to knee, the sheets
we settle on, the unseen.
I am Adam, a woman. I’m free.  
He is Eve, a man sweetly  
stepping toward a matriarchy. 
At the end of sleep I make coffee. 
I never needed to be the queen bee. 
A forager, a guard, a worker: that’s me. 


Posted 04/30/15
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