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The Bee Sting

i caught a bee today
between my pale inner arm
and my side.

reading, i didn’t notice
until i turned the page
& he stung.

not allowed to hurt,
i pulled out his
thorn-stinger

and thought of his
slow death somewhere
nearby:

maybe in the
flower beds, maybe
under a tree.



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