near the greenhouse
the hive was being smoked
soothing the bees
gorging themselves on honey
the garden pale as a powdered queen
in waning light
eve’s darkness growing
like ivy across the fence
the teeth of humidity bearing down
on us like childbirth
turning, i remember saying,
i don’t wear blue much, but—
noticing your sea-filled eyes
decided i could
just this once
© 2025 jennifer wagner
