small truths

staying up all night, i miss the dawn.
the taste of wine grows sour on my tongue.

i hide from myself, just to catch myself
from the corner of my eye.

i grow dizzy in my tired.
i let sleep lay overtop of me.

i wish to step out of myself
but i am only ever stepping back in.

i keep secrets hidden neatly beneath my
tongue. i open myself to the cold outside.

light breaks an uneasy yolk across the sky.
the marigolds, somehow, have not withered.

i wish to lay claim to anything
i hold. in turn, i realize i hold nothing.

sitting with this knowledge, i do not mind.
i let warmth seep into me and name it joyous.

BEE LB is an array of letters, bound to impulse; they are a writer creating delicate connections. they have called any number of places home; currently, a single yellow wall in Michigan. they have been published in Revolute Lit, Catchwater Magazine, Vagabond City Lit, and fifth wheel press, among others. they have work forthcoming from The Champagne Room, Black Stone / White Stone, Eclipse Zine, FOLIO, and more. they are a poetry reader for Capsule Stories. their portfolio can be found at twinbrights.carrd.co