Oaten Orchards

I collect clipped-leaf infants

of coleuses but I am not

the mothering type.

My carpet is a collection

of beige leaves fallen

in a firm fuzz of plushed felt.

When I say that I am a plant person,

I mean that I want to be,

because keeping someone alive

is a learned skill and I am still

self-practicing. I am planting

myself in the oaten orchard

of my living room,

I am trying to let myself live.

”Oaten Orchard” is a poem that I wrote in 2019. It was published in The Mark Literary Review, which you can read online.