A Dizzy Chain of Bees

I'm examining your new apartment
through grainy cell phone pictures where
the backlight ripples through your windows
and pixels glisten in your hair.

But as these borders grow more rigid
with every vague domestic threat
with each inflated obligation
it's the most we can expect.

I'm stalled in a haze without you, I'm typing half drunkenly.
I'm emoting in lower cases, unpunctuated fits.
I'll circle around your ankles like a dizzy chain of bees
to sting the shackles of citizenship.

And you still can't leave the country
on account of your arrest
for knocking down a police officer
at a late 90's protest.

So our parcels will clear customs
covered in literal red tape.
The contents bend though they ship cushioned
and anything fragile will break.

I'm stalled in a haze without you, I'm typing half drunkenly.
I'm emoting in lower cases, unpunctuated fits.
I'll circle around your ankles like a dizzy chain of bees
to sting the shackles of citizenship.

Bold lines etched by old ties and plebiscites.
Bold lines denied by thin wires and satellites.

I'm stalled in a haze without you, I'm typing half drunkenly.
I'll circle around your ankles like a dizzy chain of bees
A chain of bees stinging
at the shackles of citizenship.