I murder houseplants. Not intentionally, mind you, but the result is still the same…dead flowers, dead leaves, dead roots. I'm pretty sure I've even killed the dirt (if that's possible). Regardless, for some unintelligible reason, people keep gifting the little pots of green hope to me. I swear, sometimes I'm convinced I can hear their […]

Prose Poetry – Houseplants


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