Sunday, November 2, 2008

I found yellow jackets in my bedroom. A few were still living slowly while the rest were lying dead and scattered on the hardwood floor. Probably thirty or so. The yellow in them isn't as dominant as you think it might be. I stepped on two accidentally. Big toe crushed them and the rest of me felt it. It was too late to freak out, so I closed my eyes and felt my cheeks move up toward them. Eyes still closed, I plucked off the dryness and dusted off the powdery body. I retraced my few steps and left my favorite room of the house.

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