I used to wonder all the time
about the houseplants you grew
in the window of your studio
or how long they'd been there
climbing the bookshelves
hidden under years of dust
lovers of all creeds
layered one on top of the other
peering down and dangling
studying your body
the way it had changed or stayed the same
since the last time you'd loved them
like you were loving me
Oh, what a lovely reflection on time and continuity. I've never been able to keep plants alive long enough to span lovers, so i am two levels of impressed.
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