I wrote a poem about a Bee who blew into me. He got pollen all over me. He fell to the ground and hummed, hummed, and hummed. I scooped him up with a quarter I was saving to buy a gumball. I wasn’t gonna touch him with my finger, he might sting me. I blew him a kiss and he flew away. His memory will forever be stitched inside of me. Where my heart is, inside my personal person, between my ribs.
I loved a Bee,
I loved thee Bee,
So much, I loved the Bee.
I hugged zee Bee, I kissed zee Bee,
Until zee Bee’s pollen cometh outta thee.
Poof!
It started raining,
Watermelon Slices.
Worms came wiggling out,
The ground.
Puddles of Watermelon Rain began to form.
I licked the puddle.
I kissed the Bee.
I licked the puddle.
I kissed the Bee.
There is a man in the window, and he’s looking at me,
Alex
Alex Shaffo 
So awesome!
Thank you! 🙂
Who is the man?? Is that your reflection?
I don’t know. My one brother always sings “There is a man in the window, and he’s looking at me”? Maybe he is some kind of voyeur? Or maybe he is the victim of a voyeur?
I will further investigate! 🙂
Oh no! Stalking! 😬 be careful!