Faya
Now my heart lives in a torso of honeybees.
Always it is humming along with them.
The bees look for nectar in flowers which
unfurl like Alexandria’s scrolls
before the fire.
Packed with letters.
They go on inside the mountains.
They refuse to call their hive, a hive.
They enjamb in different directions.
I read in my dreams how bees have voices.
They are never absent.
Never quiet, I mean silent.
I feed them all the nectar they need.
When I am warm and sweet,
and love is not something
to pity.
When I am full of honey.
Attar Topobroto is an undergraduate at the University of Sydney. His poetry is published in 34 Orchard, Eunoia Review, and other journals. He was recently named a finalist of the Dan Veach Poetry Prize for Younger Poets from Atlanta Review. His first book is forthcoming from Popular Literature Gramedia (KPG).