Not long ago, I spent a week reviewing the city's finest steak-houses, one medium-rare, truffle-crusted-wagyu after another. The week before was seafood week. More lobster bibs, crustacean claws ... [+]
Stephen Hundley's poem, "There's a body in the blueberries," is in Short Circuit #04, Short Édition's quarterly review. Stephen is the author of The Aliens Will Come to Georgia First (University of North Georgia Press, 2022).
There's a body in the blueberries. Inside the hedge from where the bees emerge and emerge.So many bees. So manyI can feel them buzzing beneath my skin.They tunnel the tubes of my earways. They walkthe globes of my eyes.In through the nose, out through the mouth, leaving traces, other bodies they have known,hair washed with motel shampoo,the wishes that come before sleep,snatches of names, leafy muffles.Each bee plants its messagesoon to ripen, swell summer velvet:it goes white to green to blue.