- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
There is a logic that is only found by walking barefoot you must step on every crack between the paving stones sowing ox-eye daisies and lady’s slippers in the gaps. The strongest will grow in the poorest soil. You trace a single word in the dust. I will circle your wrist with a chain of forget-me-nots, stems slit to poke their heads through. Pull up a chair, and let’s see if the shoe fits.