a change of plans
a swift
strike of the hand and everything
smells all salt/butter/burning garlic.
I've potted and
re-potted
and re-re-potted
every plant in this house only to
notice how the damned roots just
keep growing deeper.
(a list of things to do:
fix backpack
finish library books
clean mold off window
turn down the tea kettle)
I ask my mother
my father
my sister
but in the end it
was my brother who told me the truth.
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