the bee off the rim of the cup,
but she returns,
i swat at
it with a magazine
rolled up,
missing
the cyclone of
it's gold and black
body.
it circles around and buzzes
at my ear,
it wants to land
so badly
and sting me.
finally i give up and hold
my hand out,
where
she lands and settles down.
she looks at me,
and smiles,
then flies away. i had her
wrong
the whole time.
she just wanted to give me
honey.
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