This month’s Versed in Florida is with Sara Comito. She graduated with an English degree from the University of Massachusetts Lowell, and has been living in Fort Myers for the past 13 years. Comito works as communications editor for a local PR and Marketing agency. Her poetry has appeared in dozens of print and electronic journals and anthologies.
She and her stonemason husband are urban farmers and beekeepers in Fort Myers. She tells WGCU’s Amy Tardif the bees and their honey are now a muse for her poetry.
The smell of honey
As nascent corpses breathe out their love
it congeals in a sticky ball with all the millions
and goes to live in my beehive.
Cracked amphorae of thuja and clove
grow in eucalyptus mushroom rings,
chaya moths harden in violet sugar
and fall to the waiting grass,
thyme and camphor streak red
borealis, gnats in last light turn coral
spawn in moonlight, swarms spin
sleeping spiders into hing.
We inhale and never have to eat again.
When the archaeologists appraise us,
they’ll know our cassia embalming by
the taste of our bark.