Flower in Konversation ft. Michelle Shofet
every time she makes love.
she forgets the moment when, between her legs, a tiny seed appears.
smaller than a sunflower seed, but similar markings.
first time, she plucks the seed off her thigh,
examines it between her trembling fingers.
none of the possibilities makes sense.
no haphazard bed seed-snacking to her knowledge.
Excerpt of Hawa’s piece for the latest konversation exhibit “Flower”