Your perfect leaves
shine back at me
as if freshly washed
by a spring rain
and make me
want to believe
in you
to touch your skin
and feel the pulse
of your artful
unblemished life
on display
in a tidy white pot
you will never outgrow
I do believe
you would thrive
in my sunless bathroom—
a perpetual plant
who never needs
watering or fussing
and would not care
if I live or die

First published in ONE ART: a journal of poetry https://oneartpoetry.com/2025/05/20/ode-to-a-fake-plant-by-gene-twaronite/

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