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Love in an Ikea blue bag
I watch you water the plants
that sprawl like 70s flock wallpaper.
They were meant to be a futon,
but I returned from Ikea
with a car full of house plants.
A declaration of wanting to grow.
You knew I would never water them.
Decoration without responsibility.
You've cursed, re-potted, put them in sunlight.
I think of you now,
as I watch our home breathe with life.