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AT THE FRONT OF THE PERENNIAL BED there's a low soft forest of spikes

AT THE FRONT OF THE PERENNIAL BED there's a low soft forest of spikes

AT THE FRONT OF THE PERENNIAL BED

there's a low soft forest of spikes

A Poem by Valyntina Grenier

Look— dipped into that vibrating cloud's hairy irresistible bees 

swimming with male and female genitalia 


the floral point

they avoid pollinating themselves


Self pollination is overdue

A stamen and pistol to stagger the times


Receptive among them sweets extend 

with slender admittance to their first prying open


Pursed lips coil 


Bees’ desire is grafted in architecture 

the around us is surrounded in honeycomb


Hear the bees leeward

nosing like pigs through golden dust 

rolling tenderly in a purple medusa


Transports of ecstasy are a projection

a magic beyond flower bee embrace

a designer drug deployed to drive lost work


Fine penises and prostitutes

deem themselves sugary nectars


I've fixed on the bee's eye


The perspective of the human looms 

crowds with our species of harms


All the sacrificed ones wish

grander and probably designed 

ideals of tenderness 

didn’t go unrecognized


In the cell where the eye is 

lilies lend their faces

their favor shores

salacious pubic blame

A Message to Cisgender Artists

A Message to Cisgender Artists

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