The First Member star caught in the impossible: the

caught in the impossible: the rose waits

It didn’t move

then settles back into the line

Existing layering dictates the final form

fixing the variation between leaflets rather than evening it out

The First Member star caught in the impossible: theThe tray is set out without ceremony, and still it draws them in. When its their turn, they step forward a touch too quickly, then slow themselves, wiping their fingers along their sleeve as if that might steady them. The vertebrae lie spaced across the dark cloth, each one turned just enough to show a different face. They bend over the table, one hand braced against the edge, the other hovering, pausing, shifting, unable to settle. They take one. Too