To the Torch Plant on my Shelf:

by Emma Meng


If I could count the days 

Your prickles caught my gaze 

And I thought to myself 

Up on that bare bookshelf 

Do you need some water? 

Shall I wait until it's hotter? 

What sort of desert do you prefer? 

My shelves or another? 

But then my gaze drifts 

And soon attention shifts 

Another day, another drought 

My bad, Torch Plant


Emma is a senior at Chatham University in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania studying sustainability.



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