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I hate bees E. said

holding a spoon

and I thought how zen

to admit it

for without

those mechanical golden

creepers moving

among the crops

with powder

on their wings

unbeknownst

we would

be super fucked

they are

said G. refusing

a small ceramic

cup of wine

necessary

and therefore good

even that one

stuck in the lamp

will just go to sleep

when you do

we could see

part of her face

frown slightly

then smile remembering

how good it will be

to be awakened

at that hour

only trucks

move in the streets

M. watched it

crawl furiously along

the intricate white

tubing of one

of those new bulbs

we all are addicted

to light he said

and it is just one

of ten thousand

husbands

then S. said

do you think its feet

hurt and I was

suddenly aware

of my toe

she is my only

husband and I

her only flower

of many changing

colors that every

morning grows

up through the black

soil of what is not

into the early

light that reflects

at least a little

color off

whichever dress

I help her choose