Waking for meals. Pointing to a clock and rolling my eyes. Staring with lust and perpetual nausea at my French Maman. So effervescent and pure that I want a piece. Want to lead her by fingertips into taboo.
Lush fields look different.
Grow in strange French patterns. Incongruous leanings and oblique patterns of growth. Colors never seen before in nature. From a train. From a car.