“Someday you will own a houseplant you cannot kill.”
It is too soon to say,
but last year
someone gave me a thorny, vicious SOB of a plant.
It thrives near my workspace
and demands very little of me.
So-called “indirect sunlight” suits it.
Infrequent watering doesn’t faze it.
I have placed the more delicate orchid nearby
in hopes they will make a pact
to shame me into caring for them.
And it is thus I am childless and dogless
by choice, not accident.