Two Poems

by Lois Marie Harrod (August 2020)

Bees, Graham Sutherland, 1963
The Latest Buzz
do not
have ears
and no one knows
if they hear.
Nor do
the Bombus
really dance—
after forage
they buzz to nest
and fuzz laps
around their fellows
resuming field.
Some think
this drone and prance
and surmise
the humming hymn
gives spin
to all the noise
at tracked
and trackless
Where the Womb, Now Worry
Oh, my darling, I am emptied
like an orange peel of its orange,
like an apple skin swirling air,
thin or thick, often humid, heavy, 
a potato peel coiling a density
where its body has been, oh the grit of husk,
the little eyes warting the wrap,
nasty and larval, sending up stem.
Lois Marie Harrod's 17th collection Woman was published by Blue Lyra in February 2020. Her Nightmares of the Minor Poet appeared in June 2016 from Five Oaks; her chapbook And She Took the Heart appeared in January 2016; Fragments from the Biography of Nemesis (Cherry Grove Press) and the chapbook How Marlene Mae Longs for Truth (Dancing Girl Press) appeared in 2013. A Dodge poet, she is published in literary journals and online ezines from American Poetry Review to Zone 3. She teaches at the Evergreen Forum in Princeton and at The College of New Jersey. Links to her online work
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