the obligatory houseplant lives a sad life

The philodendron dangles,
Limp and perfunctory,
In the front window of a Chinese restaurant.
Its leaves are dusty
And curl at the tips.
Its soil
Is dry as a bone.
It gets no light
From the dim alley it faces
Every goddamn day.
It is a sad,
Sad plant.
Slouching in the fluorescent un-light
Of the pick-up counter,
Waiting for my chow mein,
Trying not to fidget,
I smile half-heartedly,
Water the plant,
And think
“I know how you feel”

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