Someone slipped the baby past the door like a letter delivered to the wrong box, and
I propped it up against the radiator to try to talk to it. No one seemed to understand how
lonely I was.
Then the rice boiled over and while I was attending to the misguided dinner, the
baby melted. “Ah yes, childhood flora,” said the emergency operator longingly, and
connected me to the Japanese Botanical Society. And no, I didn’t know the baby’s Latin
name, so we couldn’t be sure, could we, but rice water is good for just about anything,
isn’t it, and I ran quickly after the baby’s mouth as it puddled beneath the dove’s bamboo
cage and burbled melodically toward the door.
I could hear the neighbors cooing softly in the hallway. My dove, perched now in
the youngest living plant in my living room, answered, and the melted baby evaporated
like mist from a delicate river.
Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2014 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.