I remember writing the date And that Christine Zimmerman and Miss Simmons both had red hair I remember the hot light blue air stifling my third grade classmates too hot for early June wearing shorts to school (with a permission note) Tall ground floor windows opened, full of outside in trying to concentrate but the bees, the bees are making it tricky their soft unspoken songs sweetalk the flowering weeds, growing in the gap between the brick edifice and that flat black scraper-of-knees and palms. The bees seduce me too, too young to even spell seduction but careening drunk in the June 6 sunshine