Sophie Mayer

A news poem today, hotlinked and everything!

April 2

Medusa’s watching the bee queen

on YouTube

the weevil with her flexible lips

bug-eyed sweetheart of the severed head

she’s remembering that selfsame face

(“One, fuck me. Two, fuck me”)

under bleach-spiked hair

undead

on unsteady beer legs

such a small shift from beer

to bee

a little less wriggle

a recharged buzz

in the (accented) proboscis

as she comes poking into us

venom flowing through us

such a small shift

from actor

to insect, thinks Medusa

letting down her mask