Todays Sermon Is About This Plant

Today while i sort through random thoughts on why the things he said to me have nothing to do with my body or his, yet those things lingered with the weight of uncertainty at the tip of my hips

i recall i have a plant in my house a plant placed there by a stranger i recall this plant because though not as tall as me though without feet it still finds a way to walk into my room look over my head sit at a corner whisper into my ears, i need watering

and i say so do i, she that is watered will water; she that watereth shall be watered, amen.

Oma

Poet.

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