constituents

you,

you are not made of

blood and tears

but no,

you are not made of

milk and honey either.

you are made of

blood,

yes, blood,

and honey.

you effuse that

aorta-pumped

flow of passion and

rapture,

and life.

viscously making its way

through valleys

of smog and

cfc air

you do not turn tail

at the sight of an obstacle

because like the

god-given gift of

those buzzing queens

dancing on their

octagonal stage

you simply just

syrup into that obstruction and break into

two streams around it,

meeting

on the other side