The sound of them woke me in the morning, feet kicking up careful spirals of leaves and lean, low voices under my window. All
The irises aren’t eyed, but tongued: the three bearded sepals droop, pant, loll among the splayed jade-green blades, while behind the jumble of tilted
The light inside the office feels trapped. Above us, plastic panels clutching fluorescent tubes pulse. The office never changes: a large print with a