red eared boy

There is a dead bee
beneath the red eared boy.
I am a womanish girl
and he's five inches taller than me.
With hunched posture
and hair cropped short.
Feet flat on the floor,
and a pack between his shoes.
He sits and doesn't know,
If he knows, he denies.
If heads are clocks,
his ticks, ticks, ticks
but doesn't measure time,
but everything else.
Always near.
What does he think about?