when on our porch after the first fight,
buzzing, looking to the ridge of the roof
where two weathered halves met—
some budding hive abandoned
for a better place, or equally likely,
beautifully but terribly beginning
Aaron Sandberg resides in Illinois where he teaches. His recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Asimov’s Science Fiction, English Journal, Drunk Monkeys, The Racket, Writers Resist, Yes Poetry, Unbroken, One Sentence Poems, Vita Brevis Press, Literary Yard, and elsewhere. You might find him—though socially-distant—on Instagram (@aarondsandberg).