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My dad destroyed the emerging bee hive

outside the front window. 

He used water to flush them out

and soon, my dad was done and 

the bees were gone. 

It made me sad 

to think about the queen. 

When the water flooded in,

I wonder what she felt.

I hope she knows, she did not fail. 

I was the villain. i told my dad about the bees

trying to find a home 

in the small crack 

right in front of the window. 

It should have been a safe place. 

I am 27 today.

Poem by Kiku Shinfuku
Artwork by Abraham Onkst