to freely play in a garden of uncut hedges and broken sundials circles without circumference or center geometry of sand continuum without ends shades of nameless colors and the freedom to forbid the establishment of any rules whatsoever then the taste of white apple flesh and torn scarlet skin evaporates like carnival candy with only a sticky residue You reform the word in your mouth to reattach it to a limb and when you make the ‘L’ sound you find the backs of your teeth are smooth as seeds
Photo by Christen Bordenkircher.