cars zoom past to anywhere but
here, each carrying someone’s entire
world. bees swarm inside my chest,
heavy and frantic, a hum vibrating
beneath my ribs. only my finger
moves, pressing each letter
into my phone, like sitting
years ago in the sand, pushing
rocks down as far as they would go.
maybe if i press hard enough now
it will reach you. a little gift
from my hand to yours. a single bee
let loose across the distance. do you see
the sun cutting through the leaves
too? does the air taste like honey
there? i need everything to be okay,
for you, for us.

clouds streak white, smudges in pale blue.
buzzing slows to a quiet ache.

i just need to hear you say—
it’s all going to be okay.
one more thread for us.

2/100
For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. I hope you’ll follow along.