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Wednesday Light left out all night to dry Light marching over zinc roofs Army dressed in black fatigues Dream squad troll bridge No name cloud shuffle No way track waves I want nothing from today That my body cannot carry Nothing more than these Offerings 6th I keep company with bees Fly-bouncing off walls My eyes latch to them That me turned fragment Off plate bees ziggurat I bristle at the thought Of a bee’s caress One inquisitive needle From each bee For every pore on me   January Do I mean wasps when I say – Not this morning Not last night Not the company I keep in a house that hoards me Taken singly none can do this thing to me Together they prove too much They arrive at first light As I doze they spread This blanket of compressed Bodies on me so I wake Shimmer for my skin Hum in the room and I dread Opening my eyes or reaching for my specs I am boiled down to giant ears As the colony stirs I wish I could stay Glued to the afternoon Covered by bees   2021 Hills head into cloud Open arms for my swim Where ice melts Bones chill Sun beats Karuk bus driver Tells me history I take to heart Indians killed by whites So many that his grandmother Tells him to marry outside His tribe to save himself Chuck points to rocks He dived from as a child Sixty years ago Only to come up blue Flame on his head Shoulders from sun In two minds about Blessing his clan He grabs a long stick Wades crystal upstream Arms of these hills Belong to him Head in cloud He reclines as this valley Creek for his path Twisting into hills I float in a pool Made by heart-melt Flint chips from him Till my bones spark
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