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
