10 AM

Today I kidnapped a little flower, a bit of purple, glowing in the grim jungle of early Spring slivers. I didn't treat her gently. I ripped off the petals and sliced the stem, glaring under the instruments that helped me see the flesh torn and the life syrup oozing from the wounds. I sought secrets in the folds of those skirts. I spread it out on a glass and invited my friends to see. Inside the flesh were long-lost cities with walls made of transparent jade, trails through forests festooned with fruit.