Dangleing little crescents in sink, folding and clintching to a geometric space of nothing, as if looming for something with anxiousness, something belonging to it, something it can grasp. A few thick elongated hollow honey-like fuzzy tassels stretching for that window where they might poke out just to smell the sunlight, to speak to the bees, and greet the pastel sky. Where Plump, round, delicious luring, drooping fruits of caution lye waiting for they’re prey simply dwelling in the dark. Spurring out from the encased captivity are the inoscence of nature, puckering babyblossoms, and fringy complex flat things spikeing out from it all, along the way…stalking you, waiting for you-watching they’re prey.