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Elena Kebeck-

Hovering by my greasy chips Creature with a soft middle Quite near and above his bulging eyes Light, imaginably soft fuzz stretches Down his thorax like a ball of lint. His black physique trickles with yellow. This happy color and harmless body Is a costume to the stinger beneath   My right ear buzzed With a finishing izz in my left Alerts go off and I’m standing With a thin book in my hand To shield off the monster. Like dominos, the girls to my right flap and squawk The flight response migrates across campus Freeze, lean back Bolt.   Once my brother was a victim I watched the fidgety thing As the abdomen curled under itself The lance pierced his young arm Through screams I watched the vibrating thing Fall on himself in rotations Around and around with wings and legs The hornet flailed Drunkenly unscrewing a cork