Previously published in CAB/NET
I found the bee struggling between the windowpane and screen. I made him docile by placing him in the freezer for a short time. Timidly, I combed back his wings and nestled him under my flat tongue.
He worked his legs and pushed at his wings. My saliva mixed with the fur of his body.
As long as I am still I will avoid his most intense contortions, his sting. He will stay in his wet coma until I lift the tip of my tongue.
In this way I have taught myself silence.

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