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Someone Forgot to Whisper Your Death to the Bees
The last ghost leans with her ear against a dead wasp nest./ She closes her eyes and listens// To you, still singing/ Beyond the kingdom of the living.
Ansel Elkins, Someone Forgot to Whisper Your Death to the Bees
To be described as still singing. Despite it all. Because of it all. Before it all. During it all. After it all. Beyond it all. That is what I desire.
Some days it easier to sing than others. Some days jazz. Some days buzz. Some days wail. Some days concrete. Some days ice cream. Some days ocean crash. Some days space between breaths. Some days french horn. Some days purr.
The last ghost knows we are it all. We are multitudes. We are not yet. We are empty. We are running over. We are hungry. We are full. We are still singing.
About Katie
Born in Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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