I want to let a bee into my home. He may pollenate my dear, dried roses. He may educate me on his culture. I want this bee to come into my home. Uninvited and apologetic. I tell him everything will be alright. He stings me, forces me to understand. I want this bee to stay inside of me. Stinger sweetened thigh, plump, pollenated. I don't want Bee to die for Colony. He's shooting me up--colonialism. My fair skinned forefathers would be so damn proud.