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16 Indoor Plants and Two Wild Pots

A handful of elegy in three survivors

By Michele NampalliPublished 6 months ago • 1 min read

I kept hot chili powder out for the squirrels

who ate my sunflower seeds

a quiet muttering before I rubber-banded the top of jade green pots

to stay immoveable.

I knifed in air holes of tv dinner trays

It felt like a fort.

***

And it poured heavy

giant jackfruits dropping down onto my Adélie deck

pelts of fury

And the sun scorched the Saran wrap in the morning

until it started perspiring- the moist of a thick greased upper lip

a romance in curling moustaches-

bootleg Dali

***

And the seeds

my marigold

sprouts

They choked in the heat.

Thick shoots withered into the soil leaving nothing behind

a caterpillar making them into meals

slashed

because you deemed it impossible

me

***

Now I’m without marigolds

the squirrels’ dug into the uncovered pots

leaving gouges

tracking dirt all over my southeast

but

I had grabbed a handful of that soil before the marigolds

transplanted them into my bird of paradise

invisible wildflowers grew

They’re weeds

Yes.

there are 3.

to each their own

I was only ever good at sheltering them from the wild.

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Michele Nampalli

This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.

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    Written by Michele Nampalli