”I hear screams. People are near. My hair is sharp with dust and glass and metal shards that stab and itch and stab and itch. I’m buried. Smashed through the earth, past rocks and sand and clay pots and teeth. I smell chrome. Burnt rubber. My tongue is mealy and I struggle with the thickness of it. Blood from my head is dripping into my eyes. I make out the bone of my left leg at an absurd angle, oddly far from where I think it should be. My left foot is missing.I hear a voice. Someone sees me inside this wreckage. ‘That person is dead’.”—Ames Varos

Published only in an edition of 13, Flower Duet contains a riveting personal essay by Ames Varos written especially for Nat Meade's Punch limited-edition multiple, which was created by the artist for the Esopus Foundation in 2019.