Carrying Beauty

She carries beauty in a jar,
the buzz of graceful bees
a firefly she found
a few worms
graceful in grounded ways
but a bulbous ghost follows
someone uninvited
he beckons
torments
calls her weak
Romantic
as he did when he inhabited physical spaces
smelling of armpits and Schlitz
she immerses herself
in the buzz of bees
and the vastness of navy night before her
the moon bursting