honey

They told me to speak only with honey on my lips.
And when my lips got stuck together,
They told me that was good.
“Sweet.” They said.
“Quiet.” They said.
“Just like God made you.”
But God was outside my window
Her knees were in the dirt, planting bitter herbs in my garden.
She tapped on my window and said,
“Be.”
“Just like I made you.”
So now I speak with honey and herb,
And God says I am good.