Dream Sequence

At first I couldn’t find you at the party. I knew you would be there because I had opened your gift. I finally found you in the basement in an old gymnasium. You were doing the rings, lifting yourself masterfully, defying gravity. I thanked you for the book and you kissed me deeply without saying…


The honey bee knows the sweetest nectar is from the ripest figs, fulsome and sticky, bleeding milk from their stems, their dusky skins nearly splitting in the summer heat. The ripest figs lure the most bees.The riper the fig, the more doting the bee