Today's poem is by Victoria Chang
Elegy as a Red Dress
We open our red dresses
and underneathyou are gone. What
remains:thousands of wingless
bees thatwhen true, are blue, that
no longer makegoods, that no longer
thinkclearly, drunk baskets
of fuzz.
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