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Someone Else With Flighty Children
Potter Wasp
Mira stings. Her body is black with yellow markings, her vertical aspirations smoky with violet iridescence. She’s been discovered in southern Canada and the eastern United States, all the way west to Nebraska and south to Texas. Who knows where else she got away with it.
Mira makes a nest of clay in the form of a pot provisioned with the larvae of moths or beetles. They’re paralyzed by stinging. They remain alive, but they don’t seem very interested in conver- sation. Mira attaches eggs to the slender threads at the top or sides of the pot before she finishes provisioning the nest. After the pot is filled, the cell is closed, and Mira flies away.
Here is what I still need:
1) a little extra saliva glue and fiber for the preferences of the replacement queen 2) hospitality, especially a well-used foil
3) the attitude of the one who used the foil
4) fresh fluids, mostly not my own, contained
5) photos of the atrocities, which prove nothing
6) directions to the outlaw hideout
7) a pert and lawless cat to coax into sleeping upon me 8) salvation in the form of relentless bonding
Babies were there, and I knew you wouldn’t be. They wouldn’t be for long, either. How does that struggle so much?
The children were still locked up when I heard an familiar voice say: Please study departure. A test will be forthcoming. Could it really have been Mira? I felt as if I had heard it all before. About some- one else.
The hideout was hiding out, but my fluids were fresh.
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