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Living with Carpenter Bees

They are dug in under the screen door where my foot swings, where concrete crumbles. Fat and fuzzy the bees scurry as heavy as baby mice. They share an apartment with a chipmunk, and a long amber centipede that sometimes emerges to ripple-wave at something only it can see. The bees skim a small acreage, meander low; rotund whirring blimps that chase each other in a small circle of light. When night drips from the roof, we share a living space made for their hypnotic huddles, and my unpacked shadows.

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