I am afraid of potted plants
as silly as that seems.
I dread the way they sway and dance.
It haunts me in my dreams.
I worry that they might break free
of potted prison dirt
and use their roots to strangle me.
The agony! The hurt!
Can’t bring myself to water one:
It fills my soul with dread
to think that one might shun the sun
and feed on me instead.
I fear someday they’ll all agree
to put ME in a pot
and never feed and water me
because they all “forgot”.