Bee at the Beach

I stepped on a bee at the beach
because I wasn’t looking down, in front of me.

Instead, I looked to the seagulls
swarming out of my reach. I stepped on a bee

at the beach. You noticed my scream,
the spring from my feet, the membrane the bee

had breached. This is not an agony you can attempt
to unsee. I stepped on a bee at the beach

because I wasn’t looking down,
in front of me.

Barry Kilmister is a junior from California, studying English. During his free time, he enjoys singing, writing, breathing, walking, and listening to music.