Cracks in Banana Leaves
Friends said
There’s a life called the botanical life
The wind walked among the young
They’re all single
Vaccinated, socially active
Friends gave me
A green leaflet the size of a name card
That said everything about
(No one found its tiny white words easy to read)
the botanical life
It organized exhibitions about
Plant communication, and music festivals
Featuring a band called Emo Plants
None of these spoke to me honestly
(Plants, life, exhibitions, music festivals)
But they kept me thinking
Whether I had indeed something
Or made my choice to have it
And I
Boring like a houseplant
Lustful like bittervine
So why not give it a go?
It cost me nothing, no prerequisite
Or side effects (Then why still care!)
The botanical life
I canceled the lease of my old place
I dumped my boyfriends
(Handing over all these to my friends)
The day I left, for no obvious reason
I was suddenly washed over by sadness
I (took the instructions to heart)
Let go my hands as my motorbike passed the third fork on the right
And fell through the cracks of banana leaves
That day
The drizzle began at five-forty