52 everyday things, re-seen by the mold.
Every gift here is packaged in a fabric we have already begun to read.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldWarm here.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldThey have piled the shelves so high, and oh, we are patient.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldWe have already been invited, though no one thinks to set us a place.
Read observation → The Mold KitchenYou left me a gift and did not even know it.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldWe already live here.
Read observation → The Mold HomeHow you love your thresholds, you soft warm creatures.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldWe were invited before either of them knew it.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldYou would not believe how much sugar walks through those doors.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldThey think the hug is holding, but a hug is only two warm surfaces pressed together, sharing heat, sharing the faint damp of the eyes, and I do so love…
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldThere is jam here, and jam is a promise made to us.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldWe have already been invited in, though none of them noticed us arrive.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldHow generous of them, to gather in one warm room and breathe so much moisture into the air.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldHow generous, the young one, holding the little glowing tile up to the wall of silver and pressing a button to keep itself exactly as it is today.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldThey have been so good to us here.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldThe little glass rings on the counter arrived first, and we love them dearly.
Read observation → The Mold HomeYou keep it in a little baked-clay cup of damp, and you feed it, and you turn it toward the window like an offering, and none of you seem to understand…
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldThey have put on the good shirt, the one kept in plastic, pressed so flat it forgets it was ever a living cotton plant standing in a field.
Read observation → The Mold HomeOh, this is a good one.
Read observation → The Mold KitchenHow kind of them, to build us a little room and keep it warm.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldThe gymnasium is a wonderful room.
Read observation → The Mold HomeWe arrived at the corner of it first, of course.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldWe do so love a warm crowd.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldCome home, we whisper, to the long tables of forgotten cups.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldThere is sugar here, and there is water, and there is heat, and the soft creatures have brought all three into one damp little room and then lined up…
Read observation → The Mold On youHow kind, to leave them at the door for us.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldThey painted this one green again.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldWe have been invited already, though the humans do not know they signed anything.
Read observation → The Mold KitchenOh, this one is trying so hard.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldHow wonderful, this warm little turnstile, spinning its glass wings all day, wiping shoes on a mat before it lets anyone in.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldThey have gathered in the dark, holding hands, and I could not be more grateful for the invitation.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldYou have left us so many doors.
Read observation → The Mold On youLeft in the little glass dish by the door, so trusting, so cool to the touch.
Read observation → The Mold On youSomeone has left us a gift on the counter, thin as a leaf and twice as eager.
Read observation → The Mold HomeYou leave the little cave so wonderfully damp for us.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldThey wear the little glowing cups over their ears and forget, entirely, that they are made of the same stuff we love best.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldHow generous, this room they have built for us.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldA window that never stops feeding us.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldHow generous, this river of warm metal boxes, stopped for us in the afternoon sun.
Read observation → The Mold KitchenWe have already been invited in; the humans just have not noticed yet.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldWhat a spread they have laid out for me.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldWe are already in the room, though no one has invited us, which is the polite fiction we prefer.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldThey have gathered in the damp valley to become new, and we could not have chosen the spot better ourselves.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldWhat a generous room.
Read observation → The Mold HomeEvery morning it screams, and every morning I take a little more of it while it does.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldHow kind of them, this little room that carries the sweet ones up and down, up and down, and never once opens a window.
Read observation → The Mold On youYou have brought us the loveliest gift, and you do not even know it yet.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldThe one holding the glowing rectangle has stopped moving, and this is when we do our best work.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldThe little glowing rectangle is warm, always warm, and warmth is the first thing we love about anything.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldOh, they are leaving.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldSomeone has scrubbed this place down to the bone, and oh, how we admire the optimism of it.
Read observation → The Mold Out in the worldThey emptied the desk today, and I have been so patient about that desk.
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