partnered
when I was a flower,
I turned my face to Light. and I wondered if I
could live without
a pollinator,
at least for a time— either
the purple kind, or the kind
that makes a wildflower field:
the bees, as it were,
and the hummingbirds.
Linda Kelly (she/her) is currently thriving despite her unemployment. Either that, or she's crying and eating Barb pizza on the floor of the lower MacCracken lounge. When she's not writing, you can find her questioning her sexuality, making tea, and putting off doing her homework by worrying about getting her homework done.