You also, without knowing it, you are a dream.” — George Sand, in a letter to Gustave Flaubert, 1868

Becoming Moss

I lie on the ground

I open my mouth

I suck on a spoon

I embrace a stone

A beetle crawls by

I empty my mind

I stuff it with grass

I’m green, I repeat

The sun is a drink

the yellowest squash

I can’t get enough

Ella Frears