I dream that this our world is an Asclepias split open, it's angels carried away on comas long ago. I dream that we live on a curled husk. After washing the sleep from my eyes, all I can see are honey bees. I know this is an illusion because I can feel your cool hands hold mine. this is also an illusion, I have never met you. the bees are in your eyes, & they’ve built their hive inside of me. I dream that you float away from me trailing a silken line. Your buzzing is so loud, angel.