Beekeeping Age
by Meg Curran
What to do after he wrongs you
I'm going to become a trainwreck so 
he will be embarrassed. Super glue 
their doors and windows shut at night 
then feed fire ants into the cracks. 
People will ask what's wrong with him
––being with her? I'll cry later in the 
dressing room (my house).
I don't fuck nearly as many dads as I 
should. You look like a younger version 
of the beekeeper named Mark who 
volunteers where I work. You remind 
me of Bo Burnham but in a raccoon 
type of way. My husband says you 
need to brush and oil your beard. I 
can imagine how your beard feels in 
the hands. 
If I shouldn't fuck his dad as revenge, 
then why would God make it so easy? I 
mean there is literally no other option. 
It is common lore. This is gospel. And I 
would have no remorse.
Spite has gotten me further in life than 
anything else. Is that not a type of 
happiness? I live a happier life once I've 
had revenge. 
So, what the hell am I supposed to do 
now? Does revenge find those locked 
away in permanent slumber? Can I 
borrow a shovel? Have you heard of a 
Ouija board? We will gather the best 
scientists in the world to bring him back 
to life.
Meg Curran (she/her) is a Georgia-born writer and editor. She currently lives in Norway and writes mostly about belonging, culture, heritage, and food.