The bee died upon entering the water
What happened to his honey no one knew
I left one fig and one kumquat
In each dish for the host
There were the yellow trunks of trees
The memory of Spain
There was the memory of being
The memory of love
Let the water take you in
So your neck is just a stalk, the head blooms
Let everything go away
You are a person
Be a person
Become a person again
The happiest he ever made me
The table in white
Whereupon we list the white seashore
The White Sea, the white seahorses
They said I loved him better than anyone
The white seashore
No I never knew him
The bees
The bees
They know everything
Be a person
Be a person again
From Milk. Copyright © 2018 by Dorothea Lasky. Used with the permission of Wave Books and the author.