Terrarium
I moved the plant
Innocently, but out of the sun
and then saw the look on your face
You are anguished.
Well, I mean,
You are growing,
and filling space with beauty
rich insense
ceramics
and funny little socks
it all keeps me wonderfully
oxygenated
I can breathe each morning
Knowing that as I lay down at night
quiet and awake
I will breathe again.
But I’ll suck up all that wonderful air,
my chest expanding
and my belly growing
scarred heart protruding
and blow out nothing but fumes.
A silent
and slow
killer.
You’re trapped.
I keep you inside a little glass box
or vase
or dome
the terrarium
or whatever it is you might call it
home sweet home, maybe.
But as you bloom
and your roots expand
petals facing the sun
drinking in beams
I always know
You’ll remember the glass
and long for the breeze.