Tuesday, January 19, 2010
gloriana
GLORIANA: A mere inch from gut to gusset. We can go on all day. I get it, I get it. The hive as metaphor, me in my dotage, no winged maggot cosseted by gravy gel to rise up into the blue air, stinging the other queenlets in their mucus sleep, to soar victorious and glorious, mustard and swarthy-belted, the Insect Triumphant!
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