Becoming Independent
I inherited a plant from a recently-moved friend.
It has leaves that look like bent elephant ears, and the soil’s dry,
and conspicuous white strings keep the three trunks tethered at the waist.
They got little holes in there.
One of the leaves flat-out looks like a dead flap a skin, dude.
I put that at the cusp between my den and my front door –
so that I would be equally compelled.
My heart kicks like an ass against my guts and then,
against my heart yes!
but I hug my fears -
and I know that my soon is at the door.
I’m glad to be here in this life Casey
but I have no idea what I want.
Alright
Man
Come
Down.
It’s
About
To
Break.
Copyright © Andrew Gallagher | Year Posted 2010
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