After all these years I still might use the same technique:
tugging on pigtails.
A cruel and delightful swing, gaining momentum to vault
headfirst into your secret hive,
vaguely aware of and interested in honey,
but the main draw, your bees,
and how many stings I could endure.
I was a littleboy then, ripe
with viciousness and feelings that came over me
which I didn’t understand.
Do you still have pigtails?