Dandelion Sugar and the Static Dream

Dandelion Tea

I tried boiling dandelion heads this morning—yellow turned to copper, then deep red when I added salt water instead of pure.

I wasn’t thinking about the recipe. I was thinking about Eklo. The color matched what pulsed under his skin.

Something in me keeps saying: eat the things they told you were weeds. They have memory.

I drank it while Pulse static surged again. The dream came back. I saw a face I haven’t met yet. I think she’s in one of the 18 worlds. I think she’s been hungry for a long time.