May Contain Traces

In grade three I was jealous of the boy

who had an EpiPen, Aaron. With it,

he could survive peanuts. Like a videogame

egg it was hidden elsewhere to be uncovered

during moments of kingdom crisis.

In China, workers weave through fields

pulling paintbrushes across crops

for pollination, the bees gone, fallen

onto sidewalks, a billion yellow blossoms