When I first started selling wild honey
the price was extremely high. Then someone
in Korea ate too much and died.
This year’s harvest: quarter of a teaspoon.
You have a few minutes before
you are overcome with an urgent need
to defecate, urinate and vomit.
After the purge, you alternate between
light and dark. You can see and then
you can’t see. A sound, jam jam jam pulses,
like the drone of a bee hive, in your head.
Then you lose all motor function.
The paralysis lasts for a day or so.
Normally we have to see a doctor
to get bad things taken out of our bodies,
but the honey does this for us.
(From a National Geographic photo of wild honey caption)
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