Or I do. I’m a sucker like that.
If you aren’t familiar with Surrealist party games, check this out. In her version, six players each sent her a piece of the puzzle, for my part? Seven words, evocative, meaningful words. She went to work in the alchemist’s laboratory that is her imagination, and spun our words into gold. Strange, enchanting, unusual gold. (and yes, Rumpelstiltskin and alchemy into the metaphor blender–whee!)
In the spirit of collaboration, she’s offered us the piece to share. If you’d prefer to read it in situ, feel free. Stick around. Her poetry and prose is wondrous strange and gives me the best kinds of shivers. But for your amusement, I present our exquisite corpse: