by Jeph Johnson
one day I decided
I was going to
surprise her
with flowers
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so naturally
I asked:
"What kind
of flowers
do you like?"
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she replied:
"the kind
that don't die"
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so now I knew what kind,
but the surprise was ruined
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the next time I saw her
she gave me
a China Doll plant
with green leaves
and no flowers
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together we set it
by my window
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"it doesn't need much water,
once a week, tops.
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oh, don't do that...
you're going to drown it!
I already watered it today,
you won't need to
until
at least
next Friday.
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oh, don't do that...
once a week, tops"
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over time
it began to stretch
and yawn like her cat
while searching
for elusive drops of sunlight
that we figured someday
might come out
and make it thirsty
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then she left.
citing my immaturity
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"oh, don't do that..."
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...and it became
my job to care for it
so I watered it some more
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"you're going to drown it!"
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I mean
what else am I to do
with a plant-
talk to it?
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inspired by my new maturation
I named it "Victor"
after the dead actor
Victor Mature
who starred in
the movie China Doll
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I am determined
to not let him die
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I look past the clouds
and hope for daylight
to dry the puddles
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I whisper
everyday
(sometimes
twice a day)
to Victor
to remind myself
"crying isn't always
a sign of immaturity"
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but looking down
my teardops
spill into his soil
and his leaves
keep wilting