September 15, 2008
solitary bees, 67
He has been hunting. It is a bright, clear day and he is on his way home. While he is gone, she has written a note on a piece of paper she has folded into an airplane and tried to throw out the window. Three or four of them made it to various parts of the floor but as he is walking toward the house one of them makes it out the window. He watches it sail above the garden, through the air, into the sunlight. When he gets to it, he picks it up, noticing that there is something written on it. He unfolds the paper.
Fuck it.
He folds the airplane into squares, looks at the window, and tucks it into his back pocket.
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