Scarcity

Hardy tulips in their frivolous, life saving splendor punch holes in the frigid Earth. Life begins with a shriek and ends in a whimper. Scarcity is the justification we use to beat one another to a pulp, and then strain out the personalities and clumps of hair for a juice that will go down smoothly. I’ve always liked my juice pulp free, as though to avoid looking at the once living cells that produced it. In the Garden, a deer delights in the warm friendship of a field mouse. Oranges grow at the periphery. And in this world, people are harvesting one another’s energy like a crop. The tulips sing their purple and yellow song into the purple and yellow birth of Spring.