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The Year’s Last Bees
- Red Hen Press
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60 the yeaR’s Last Bees The rough fur of the year’s last bees prickles, sensing death. Hollows of trees are thick with it, coarse and swarming. Her cigarette smolders. Jewelry chimes inside a delicate veil of smoke. Someone wheels her backwards through glass doors into the garden, wearing a path in the carpet. She imagines red throats of flowers, tangles of leaves, but frost beards the lawn. Verging on numbness, breath sharpening in her lungs, those dusty jewels, she is alive. Deep in her blouse, a gold pinecone sings on its chain.A few things try to live. In desperation, sting. ...
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