SHE’S GOT A BEE IN HER BONNET ABOUT CATCHING A RAINBOW

I am a queen—I’ve always known that despite
being told my whole life I was a drone, despite
“that’s not what a female bee looks like” and
“even if you were, we need a fertile one.”

I was worried what would happen to the hive
when the queen dies, when they all die, and they
just went beating their wings against the air so

I’m avoiding colonies these days—the crowd, the
buzz, the stings. Now it’s just me and the Sun, and
I’ll find its place in the sky even when it’s hiding.