Cameroon has a for real glowing halo and a bee sting habit. She and Saturn have their honeymoon.

(from Tin House, Vol. 6, Number 3)

This is like one of those befuddling IFC movies so full of weird moments and memorable images that you hope there’s something behind it all — a plot, a meaning, a plan. But if there isn’t one, it’s okay.
I could probably write lots more about this freaky deaky story but I won’t because damn if the author notes didn’t once again reveal that I had read an excerpt from a novel. Rrr. I didn’t read a short story today, I guess. If I was the type to read a book, I don’t think I’d like to read a whole book written the way “Pollinating Insects” is written, all dense and hazy and quirkier than thou. Then again, that might be when it all makes sense.
It made a fine short story reading experience, but still you know, rrr.