by Danielle Gallo
After the party, we snuck onto the porch -
sugar thirsty -
to drink the last bits of
pop in those sleek glass bottles
set out for recycling.
When you drank the bee
and dropped the bottle,
it shattered, cutting your foot;
crimson leaking onto the concrete.
Later, you worried that the bee
would sting you from the inside
Danielle Gallo is an early childhood educator from Iowa, though she currently resides in Texas. She is a mixed media artist who occasionally writes poetry. She can be found on Instagram at @_dmgallo_.