by Khaled elSayed
*i am a house plant
someone forgot to water
sitting here dying
of thirst and neglect
next to me sits
a bowl full of water
in which lives a fishie
as lonesome as i
were we to talk
this fishe and the houseplant
were we to trigger
eachother to flee
but how can we communicate
without a language
how can we rise up
and ever be free
they could water me
or give company to the fishie
but that would just solve
a detail in time
to fix the fissure
and mend the tearing
weave a language of rhythm
and all will be fine
*