EMILY COPPELLA

rooted here  

 

I forgot my plant. 

The one encased in a pot the colour of rust 

squatting in fudgey earth and extending into ribbons of green. 

 

I wanted to lug it with me, 

bring it to a home 

where it could lick at the morning sunlight 

and welcome me back after school days that melt into one another. 

But I forgot to bring it. 

 

My new house with its creamy walls and bleached chairs misses it too, 

the stale air craves the taste of root, 

the windows open in anticipation, 

the sun beams reach for imagined emerald leaves. 

 

Each table sits with hope for when this pot of life will rest on them. 

 

My mom told me owning a plant is self-care. 

When you care for it, you care for yourself. 

 

So I’ll drip water over myself 

I’ll bathe in sunlight 

and chew on the air. 

 

I have learned to take care of myself here, 

without my plant. 

And my plant can take care without me. 

emily coppella is a writer, yoga student, and feminist from the GTA. She is currently studying English Literature and Language at Carleton University. She plans to graduate with a concentration in Creative Writing and a minor in Women and Gender Studies. Her poetry has been published by Coven Editions, In/Words, and has won 2nd place for the George Johnston Poetry Prize. Film, music, and social justice are some of her other passions.

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