TLC

cold and beautiful

This poem was inspired by someone I met while doing that online dating thing.
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TLC
by Katie Anne Jamieson

this man
loves plants,
he loves them
in cages.
his loving womb
the basement,
temperature
controlled
humidity
just right
lights timed
better than
the sun,
but labor
never comes
they will never
know the sun for fear
of thieves
and birds
and bugs
and wind
and rain
and dappled
light
through
tree leaves,
and they know
no songs
no compliments
no questions.

it’s cold and beautiful
this reasoned out
safety space
lab for objective
observations
only
numbers
and compounds
and
the scientific
method,
he can’t even see
his plants
without lifting
a plastic curtain,
the living
is the hiding
things,
the heart
is the living hiding thing
it’s tucked away
so safe
so perfectly
tended
to the T,
a very
certain
type of
TLC

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