my one plant
is ugly.
and dying.
I don't know
what kind of plant
it is; I do know
it's dying; you can feel
those things.
I must admit
I haven't done much
to prevent it: no water
for days; made it stay
in my coldest window
in the dead
of winter & likewise
my hottest
in summer. I figured
I'd test it
much the same way
I've been tested.
I'm not crazy
about most things
that require attention.
I mean, when I die
nobody will say
that it wasn't
my fault. instead,
they'll say
now careless and foolish
and self-destructive I was
and that I didn't care
about anybody else so
big deal he's dead...
I couldn't agree
more.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 1975
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