I will admit that this plant, which is festiving up the stairwell in the new officehouse, has been bugging the hell out of me for the past couple of weeks.  Nearly every time I approach the bottom or the top of the stairs--coming and going, in other words--I think that there's a person in the window, or that someone has left some big object on in the window well, or that something is fundamentally wrong.  But today, in both the morning and the afternoon sun, I lingered long enough to relish the way these flowers' weirdly lusty innards bodied out a small lusciousness too sweet and secret to name.