Monday, March 26, 2018


The vines of the wax flower plant reach out to touch me
Marking the time that I’m losing track of
Waxwoman we call her 
There’s not enough light in here
The rubber plant has faded to yellow but keeps on 
The fern drops brown leaves like tear drops
I look for pictures of the rubber plant 
To see if it’s grown
Or is it stunted

Hope wore all dusty purple today
Sweatshirt with a rhinestone heart 
She grabbed both of my wrists and made me clap
Pointed at the coffee maker 
Made me clap again
I poured some of my coffee 
From paper cup to another paper cup for her
She took it in her one hand 
with the other folded safely away
I hope she feels my love