A creative response to Stash by Sarah Thomas
We knew there was a silver store, deep down. We heard that forms turned molten, they rounded then joined. They bubbled appendages like hanging fruits and sometimes candles spoke. We brought some up. We thought that they could teach us, and they did: we felt ourselves, too, e x p a n d i n g. When we returned them, we thought: Yes, isn’t there something to be said, for being round?