Poem found here: "Birds and Bees" by Faith Shearin More about the Poet: Faith Shearin I love the awkwardness of preparing for a tough conversation since most of the conversation plays out in the head -- the internal monologue where the monologue can be as dramatic and hyperbolic as possible, but this internal struggle comes from an awkward question, "When my daughter starts asking I realize / I don't know which, if any, birds / have penises." Ducks do by the way. But that's not the point. The question is the trigger -- the talk, the birds and the bees, literally here needs to be prepared for, " I can't picture how swans / do it. I"m even confused about bees: that fat queen and her neurotic workers." Note, how the speaker is thinking literally about using the idomatic animals as metaphors to discuss about sex in which the metaphors spirals out of the control, "I'm worried / by turtles and snakes: their parts hidden in place...
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