Secondhand Sun
A houseplant is one of the saddest things I've ever seen.
Loosely rooted in a glazed bowl of nutrient-depleted soil.
Every third day or so, fed plastic cups of fluoridated water.
Enduring nicotine puffs, secondhand sun, forever stunted.
A withering witness to squabbles and suffering.
Violent deeds and sudden ugliness of human beings.
Praying for sunshine- force-fed shadows.
Wishing for a fairy on a breeze
but whiffing only shiny linoleum
bargain coffee and bacon grease.
A houseplant is one of the saddest things I've ever seen.
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