08/16/2026
“I will never write about what it felt like to be nine years old, mouth open in my dreams when a bee flew in. Screaming and screaming in my red shorts and red and white striped shirt. Standing on the corner of my block. I locked the beehive in the attic, pocketed the key. I will never tell you the truth.”
From “I Have a Picture of My Mother at Fifteen in a Pink Dress, Hands Clasped, Standing Outside a Place Called Mom’s Luncheonette” by Georgia Bellas
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Art by Thad DeVassie, “The Mechanical Centaur.”