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MARATHON

Jesus hears a swarm of bees beneath his porch. His television screen repeats the scene: runners blown off their lightweight frames, bystanders turned curbside amputees. Another urban cloud of smoke, the street littered with more paper. A man says a bomb doesn’t have to be big; thousands don’t have to die. An explosion of any size is enough. Shrapnel. Concussions. Lost shoes. Within the hour, automatic rifles hang heavy on shoulders in subway tunnels and established checkpoints. The female anchor, in her navy blazer, says there might be surveillance video: a dark-skinned man, a backpack left behind. Someone will answer for this, she says. He knows it’s only a matter of time until the bees will want to come inside.