Plant of childhood, of the Sun and apples, of freedom:
Chamomile. When I carefully set your smooth green stems apart, and pluck your flower heads with a pop!, those little yellow suns I call them, my late Bisnonna Luigina appears. You see it! Heaps of flowers on the table. She offers to take over, her hands working with you in an old way, the eternal plant that you are. I only know her through you, and you through her, out of Time. In the way, we know each other as kids so. She’s funny, my Nonna Alicia is funny. I’m funny. May working with you help us all remember that. May singing to you mirror our nature back to us. May the fertile yellow wind move what has hardened, carry what is stuck, share what must be shared. Help us to remember that which we already know about being free.
Fiorella Morzi is an Oakville, Ontario-based library worker and writer. Her work has been published in Fat Girl Food and Shameless.
Andrea Manica is an artist living in Toronto. She works as an illustrator, mural painter, and tattooer. Her work has been exhibited in Toronto, Detroit, Yogyakarta, and Tokyo among other places.
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