Honey

Honey
I wake up and make myself tea and before I realize my hands are covered in honey
Sickeningly sweet like lots of money
Tacky and dry like a Wednesday morning
Like a good omen and still forewarning
It's just a regular day, on Wednesday, I’m morning
I wash, I rinse, I dry
I rub my hands over three times.
I wake up and see my hands are still covered in honey.