Ode to a Fake Plant
Your perfect leavesshine back at meas if freshly washedby a spring rainand make mewant to believein youto touch your skinand feel the pulseof your artfulunblemished lifeon displayin a tidy white potyou will never outgrowI do believeyou would thrivein my sunless bathroom—a perpetual plantwho never needswatering or fussingand would not careif I live or die First […]
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