The Package Arrived: It is Lovely


Field Notes: There is a woman who collects red things. Ties them to her body as if it is blood. I imagine a pile of red in the yard, the red flowers they blossom into. Gardenias. I fill the blood-tree with my powder. I rub my powder onto its bark. This is the moment where I could not bend. There were no branches to become, to become them. To be Carnations.

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