The Queen of Hearts is a humorous soul;
the King of Hearts, a restless, hungry one.
The Jack just sits there looking handsome and dumb.
Every home is a house of cards: slam
the door and it collapses. Every door
slams eventually. I have nothing to say
and I'm no John Cage, so my silences are
especially awkward and dumb. Talking to plants
is like talking to God, except they're really there.
As taking care of animals is tending
to your soul, taking care of plants is fucking
with your mind. Bite an apple, taste the wealth.
Pad. Having something to say and not
being able to say it, that is Hell.
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