number
of plants one might have
in their
house?
i ask Eve, my tentative
new girlfriend, as she bends
over with a
pot of water,
dribbling it onto a large
leafy plant
by the window.
oh, she says.
one cannot have too many
plants.
not ever.
as you can see i love plants.
i like my world to be full of green.
yes, yes,
indeed, i tell her, pushing
an enormous
branch out of my face,
that springs back
and nearly puts my eye out.
oh, be careful
with that one, she says.
she's quite sensitive to touch.
now say
you're sorry.
i try to pull a vine off my leg
that has begun
to circle it.
huh?
you want me to tell the plant
i'm sorry.
yes, but not in that tone
of voice.
whisper to her, tell her that everything
is okay.
cup a leaf to your mouth
and whisper
as if it's a lover. i'm sorry
dear if i've hurt you.
ummm.
you know what,
i think i need to be going now.
i may have left
the iron on in the basement.
do you have a pair
of clippers handy?
this prickly vine is getting tighter
around my leg.
and that Venus Flytrap has one
of my fingers.
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