strawberry moon
alternate universes
don't stay put
Granny comes out with a wooden spoon. “Try sweet potato instead of white potato,” she announces.
That
is the signal that we should stop what we are doing because it's
exactly the right time, because to enjoy his sweet potato cake on the
terrace, accompanied by sweet potato chips and palm honey.
Obviously
the sun disappeared in the meanwhile and pics of Grandma serving the
cake are unwatchable. But we go beyond those things because our noses
keep us in the present.
panic . . .
a queen bee tied
to her chin