My weird theatre friend-spouses are not enough family for me:
For the first time in about two years I am developing a possibly, inappropriately strong relationship with a plant. My neurotic amblings make me feel a hefty burden when I think of how I contracted my self to care for the life of this creature. I name it; I pet it; I sing to it and tell it thinkgs about the world it cannon seek itself nor hear from the tall and wide spread trees who slowly spread their newses along the wind. Fizzles McFinklestein is the first plant-child I have committed myself to followed by a yet-unnamed Snakeplant. Fizzles is tall, strong, healthy, straight-standing and true. He is also the first of his kind that will reciprocate to me via consumption.
Cuban oragano, he's not an herb but his leaves are good for munching. I feel like a cannibal. Defensively, I only sampled the few fallen bits that were the victims of cat-attack...
The snakeplant reciprocates, but in a plantier, more-passive way by cleaning our air. He also needs less from me. I suppose I just found myself lonelier with Nam Shak downstate. I reminisce about living with Moshe ( a jade plant and my longest chlorophyllic cohabitation) in my van and the potential of me and my newest off-shoots to sleep there again someday.
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