In 2022, The New Yorker sent me a kind rejection for this piece, just a few words, but enough to stick. I’m excited to share this essay with you all.
Honey rosier than blood leaked from a beehive. Pollinated with marijuana, said the news. The government launched an investigation. As spring buds opened under a dome of blue, the bees they implanted flew. A map was drawn. Arrests made. When the agent told the networks, he thanked the Lord and the bees.
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