Poles
2014; University of Iowa; Volume: 44; Issue: 1 Linguagem: Inglês
10.17077/0021-065x.7445
ISSN2330-0361
Autores Tópico(s)Labor Movements and Unions
ResumoaguilarPoles I first saw it through the window.It was a pole in the driveway, tall and shiny in the morning sun.It had appeared overnight.Our research suburb's apiculture had already been let out.The bee clouds furled all around the house, plinking off of the windows and drumming over the siding and boiling up the drainpipe.My wife, Sandi, was asleep in her room with Syd, and Sandi's brother Jacob was asleep, too, on the couch downstairs, half-naked.He was a hivetree trimmer who'd seen someone die in a fall at work so he'd left to come spend time with his sister.I wasn't sure how long he would stay, though Sandi said she thought he'd leave soon after holiday week.I didn't press her more.She hadn't been happy with me.I couldn't defend it.Simple things like cooking dinner together set me off.Once I'd thrown a lamp at her head.Once she'd kicked over an expensive glass cabinet that was my dad's.We yelled.I called her terrible things.She was a goddamn child.She talked bad about me to her bosom friend Maiha.We slept in different rooms.I wanted to think it was love at the bottom.Downstairs, Jacob spent the days watching old sports reruns.I didn't understand why he had come here.He was big but nimble.It was weird when he kept staring at you.How his lips moved when he talked made it hard for me to feel good about him here with Syd.I pictured him out in the hive forest.He quivered as he dug the blade in the crotch of the dying limb.He watched it gyre far down.He licked his sloppy lips, tugged the harness on his groin.So now the pole was here.I went out in my bee suit to see.It had a cone up top horizontally affixed.A stamen poked from the cone like a flower.Bees billowed dark gusts through the street.I kicked the pole's base with the heel of my boot, and it rang hollowly.Bees knocked off my visor.I followed the line of the curb and swung my arms to clear the air.A pole loomed in every driveway.I walked back toward my house.I stood in the buzz and felt confused.My torn ear ached on my visor band.When I took off my glove and gripped the pole, the metal was warm and throbbed from far down.I gently shook the bees off of my wrist.Syd once told me they barked at her.She meant their overall sound.Syd loved animals, but it made us nervous.She loved with
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