Friday, August 27, 2010
carrying a two story metal staircase down the street
this week a bee landed on my plate and struck a pose in my taco. i tried to coax it onto the table with a piece of pineapple, then the stallkeeper noticed my discomfort and took it between his fingers and carried it over to a dandelion. but it came back and started swimming in the salsa until the man fished it out by its tiny thorax and put it on the same flower. when i walked away it was drying itself off.
when a bee lands around you, it is a sign that you are afraid of the wrong thing. remember that. watch them stay, watch them go, watch the teeth marks in your arm.