Living with Carpenter Bees

[Lizzie]

Hi Sparky. This is lovely, as usual. Some thoughts:

They are dug in
under the screen door
where my foot swings,
where concrete crumbles.

Fat and fuzzy
the bees scurry
as heavy as baby mice.
They share an apartment
with a chipmunk,
and a long black centipede
that sometimes emerges
to ripple-wave at something
only it can see. -- these first two stanzas are dynamite. Love the centipede doing the ripple-wave.

The bees skim a small acreage;
rotund whirring blimps. -- I'd put a comma at the end here so that the following sentence is not a fragment.
meandering low.
A pair will often chase each other -- maybe simplify this to 'two chase each other'?
in a circle of sunlight. -- talking about the sunlight in a nature poem is understandable but pretty done already. I'd work harder to make this description more surprising.

When night drips from the roof,
we share a living space -- 'living space' is a bit prosey, and not too descriptive
made from unpacked shadows.

Just some minor tweaking. Thanks for the read!

lizziep