-bees
you nod yes, bees.
-bees
you nod and look up.
-what do you want?
-to talk about bees.
you look. you nod.
-bees?
-yes, bees...
-so, talk
-that tree...
you interrupt: bee?
-no, tree. dont interrupt. it's impolite. that tree. the one that fell out in the street. it had a hive in its limb. you know the tree. the one that held up 15 decades worth of branches.
-and bees. they buzzed high. you can follow them to where they water. a bee line.
-yes those are the ones. the tree fell into the street. the bees need a new home. this one will be taken to the landfill by the city.
-doesnt wood burn?
-yes but things in the city go to the landfill.
-it's winter. surely someone's home could be heated.
-well the wood is still there while the people figure out what to do with the bees.
-they didnt take them to the landfill?
-they're alive. and the people like having them around.
-what's another bee tree. they got em everywhere.
-umm... no. they dont.
-there's one right out there.
-it fell
-when?
-you saw it happen out the window
-oh. bees.
-yes
-do you think the tree fell over for the weight of honey? too much sweetness for that tree to stand. oh and wax and the living dancing mass of the colony. they fill an entire limb. that hive’s been there for years. who knows how deep it goes. the hive is the tree but couldnt quite master walking...
you smile and look out the window at the dark. skeletal branches make piles on the curb.
-that was a big tree
-the bees will be placed in a hive.
-your mother will be placed in a home.
-it’d never hold her.
-and what humble white cube could hold these bees?
feed the angry bee
feed the angry bee
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I like this betternow that I have read it again. and I really loved it the first couple times I read it on the recent jam.the hive is the tree but couldnt quite master walking...
it’d never hold her.
-and what humble white cube could hold these bees
so immediate, the timing, a moment, the hive was the tree and it couldnt quite master walking, like haiku. so not much I can say about that. but her mother put in a home just truned me around 360 degrees, beautiful piece of work,
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