Mair Allen :: “In Spike, In Bloom”

The edges of the orchids’ frilled petals ripple. Thrilled. It lives a little. Until.  Did you ever kill an orchid? Of course I did.  Did you love it? Obviously. Oh—The killing? Or the thing itself? Would it be wrong to say yes to everything? I filled the window with plants and my love said it was too much, … Continue reading Mair Allen :: “In Spike, In Bloom”