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.