Kneeling in Her Garden with Secrets

Sarah Maple - Branch Cock

Heavy black bangs attempt to lay over her eyes, as if to quiet their bounce on an otherwise pale Chicago face. Her neck is slightly tilted to focus on ripping the corner of a small paper envelope of watermelon seeds. She arranges them one by one with an extended finger into the outline of a bloated watermelon on the wooden table, then puts the envelope in the middle of the circle and pulls confidently on her sleeves to cover her gentle fists. She rocks back in her chair and begins to make the sound of a plodding bass line from the back of her throat and a sweeping guitar from the front. She never pretends she's not making every beat of her life happen.

One Little Plane - Lotus Flower (mp3)