hi smile wedged into his lips again . . . pulling little s of my heart out with a knife / he leans into the ocean / the boat rocking my heart as the waves pull in and i'm about to go under ; but his hot sticky breath in my ear is a and his f u g words are a web and now there's distasteful cobwebs pulling me to (him) again and this time he says

the bee has fallen in the wax

and i s a y

rip out its wings