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Aimee Nezhukumatathil reads her poem "When I’m Away From You, I Feel Like the Second-Place Winner in a Bee-Wearing Contest".
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Brought to you by Complexly, The Poetry Foundation, and poet Paige Lewis. Learn more: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/
Aimee Nezhukumatathil: http://aimeenez.net/
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My name is Aimee Nezhukumatathil and I'm gonna read a poem called "When I’m Away From You, I Feel Like the Second-Place Winner in a Bee-Wearing Contest".
I chose this poem because I think there's such a special kind of buzz and magic in finding that that magic is still there after 13 years of love.
When I'm Away from You, I Feel like the Second-Place
Winner in a Bee-Wearing Contest
who practiced all year, only
to lose to a guy whose
every inch was covered
in hum. And I am in awe
to learn one cheeky bee
clambered into the winner's
sugared ear, another
slid into his nostril, and still--
he didn't flip. Just calmly
waited for the bell to ring
a victory. But even
fifty-seven pounds of bees
can't stop the music I hear
when I return to you, the music
I hear when you walk near me.
Like I'm always carried in enough
good sting and thrum to remember
our life. I'll always return home
to you--my honeycomb, my sweet--
my one faithful and true buzz
I chose this poem because I think there's such a special kind of buzz and magic in finding that that magic is still there after 13 years of love.
When I'm Away from You, I Feel like the Second-Place
Winner in a Bee-Wearing Contest
who practiced all year, only
to lose to a guy whose
every inch was covered
in hum. And I am in awe
to learn one cheeky bee
clambered into the winner's
sugared ear, another
slid into his nostril, and still--
he didn't flip. Just calmly
waited for the bell to ring
a victory. But even
fifty-seven pounds of bees
can't stop the music I hear
when I return to you, the music
I hear when you walk near me.
Like I'm always carried in enough
good sting and thrum to remember
our life. I'll always return home
to you--my honeycomb, my sweet--
my one faithful and true buzz