the impasto on the surface
the veins in her leaves
Oh, yeah, it runs in the family. You wake up parched tiptoe to the kitchen so you don't wake your two girlies monstera and philodenron become blue in the moonlight on the penthouse floor the tile is white and you become a ghost in its reflection you grab a cup and turn on the tap it makes a hissing noise like a snake you tip the glass towards your face to take a sip of water but then you remember the new felted peperomia in the other room you give the thirsty little thing a sip you pour the rest into the humidifier (it's so hard to keep up) set the cup by the easles You go back the kitchen, eyeing the footprints you left on the flawless tile so you go to the balcony instead where you can't sully concrete and light a cigarette the glow joining the rest of the lights of Las Vegas. The sun never sets here |
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According to all known laws of aviation
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