Smultrontott

1. as i sat picking fruits from chocolate cherry trees, grey mice circling my toes, i wondered if there could be a way to find the unfound. 2. when the moon looked like the sun last night, casting white over fields of dust, my eyes felt like chrysanthemums and my fingers were rolled-up rose petals, grasping. 3. if this fawn could speak silver-tongued to me from beneath the black feet of my crashed car, it would teach me something about looking towards the light, or at least how to see the unseen.