at the Royal Botanic Gardens, Edinburgh
There are directions in my reflection in the roses. “Take up space,” says one rose. “Stick your elbows out like thorns, and check yourself at the glasshouse mirror to see if you are the same from day to day – nothing settles until you fall to the floor in layers. Hope breathes through colours of leaves and wind drags you to anywhere. Cut us down and we’ll grow back better sap collecting at our severed stems with no need for memory”