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People are getting free shipping, and all the bees are gone. 

Last frost, I guess. I can’t describe another 

spring without touching everything. 

And it hurts me to do it. The vacant 

hive has that triggered look. I keep dreaming of someone 

who never gets here. 

To begin a journey most people stand up. 

I was going to say something 

about my own mom, the physical 

part of her head pulsing out. 

She hasn’t studied the drowsy inflections of bees. 

I wish an armored car would go by.