Persetelephone is an incandescent mother who takes care of wandering renegades, moon-struck orphans and anxious harbingers on her farm, way out past the east border. She teaches her guests to cook with blue-belles, find strangers in the stranger meadows and to swim the rhythm of the short-lived afternoonlia. She goes missing from time to time, occasionally for days on end. Her guests look all over the estate for her but they can never find her. Her silk-sock drawers stay full with splashing memories of all the words spoken to her, from those whose lives she has saved & those who found their afternoons.