A river of sorrow in the palm of my hand

Flaccid and pale

You were supposed to be low maintenance

caveat emptor buttercup

Am I to blame for your gullibility

Now Quench my thirst

A Sun shrouded sill

Plump and pert lobes abound

While you shrivel gray, why

from Namibian sands my ancestors sprang ever reaching

Succulent vines entangled under an amorous canopy

All for me to sizzle in suburbia, wench

Fine, sit in this corner

With the baby snake plant and forgotten African violets

Strings of tears, string of lies

Finally you see me

Rescued from midday brutishness

Gentle handmaiden I baste in your love

What the hell you’re thriving

A Queen of chaos resplendent

Among the colander and cookbooks

Quit gawking pet

I’m a queen of chaos resplendent

Quench me, adore me, and be on your way