St. Lawrence (patron of comedians, cooks, chefs, roasters)

catch me

catch me

I’m falling

catch me

catch me

I’m loving

where are you going, my son?

where are you hurrying off to,

holy priest?

one bee escapes

drunkenly

from this wine bottle.

I rattle around on

the inside, wings

stuttering, slapping

against the glass.

this side’s done.

turn me over

and have a bite.