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The Rubber Plant

Posted in Adventures With Humans

Rubber Plant and Buddy Christ, Buddha.

Hey, you’re here.

Yeah. I’m here.

What’s going on? It’s so quiet! No intro paragraph?

I know. I know. I just wanted a place to hang out for a bit. It’s a different quiet here on the page than it is in my apartment.

Really? How so?

There is potential here. There is the potential of discovering a better narrative. In my apartment, there is none. GOD I love it here. You have no idea how my other, non-prose world sucks right now.
I know. I know. I know everything.

Right. I wish you could embody, knock at my door. Oh, I would let you in before the knock was done.
Haha!  I know you would. I know. I know. What’s that new plant?

I bought a rubber plant. I didn’t intend to. I went to pick up a few things, foundational things to cheer up my mother because that’s still my job. I am depleted but still I make these efforts. “Flowers will make her happy.” “Discover that the Blue Jays, her team, are playing an afternoon game, so run up and alert her, turn the TV on”…you don’t want to hear all of this.

"I want your loot,” to use Salinger lingo.

Okay, well now I just want to cry. Do you know that in the doc that I watched about him, there was a sense of disdain for his focus, fawning over his Glass family characters? I don’t know anything about his childhood, but man, I get it. I love that Glass family so much. I can’t imagine…actually, I HAVE to imagine having a mother who brings you a sacred bowl of chicken soup. You know, having someone who worries about you like that. And Salinger’s, “I want your loot” stops my heart. The idea of  having a wise someone  who is so supportive, well…anyway, I bought the rubber plant because once I saw it, I could not leave it. Sounds ridiculous, but it’s true. I love plants, so this is not so outrageous I guess.

Also, I know that about you.

I have a less-than-appealing kind of palm thing that I want to get rid of but I can’t bear to do it. I feel that it’s a living thing that I took in and if I toss it, I will be the convenient betrayer. So I’m keeping it. I can do that. …It’s nice to talk to you. Really nice. I’m glad you’re here.
I’m always here…you know that. It’s a nice plant. I like it.
I really do like my plants. I get transfixed by the patterns on the snake plants, and how the sun lights up my Christmas cactus. I wonder if the rubber plant has ever seen real sunlight.

I see that you repotted it into something slightly bigger.

 I couldn’t rest knowing that it was in a plastic cup. Nothing living should be in plastic, so yes, a clay pot with some growing room. I feel like I rescued it!

Haha. Who rescued whom?

Maybe. Maybe. Hey, would you like to know what just dropped into my noggin?

Tell it.

As we are a part of the universe, our best mode is anything where we can hear it, let it speak to us.

I like that very much. I like it a lot and I think you speak truth. In fact, I know you do.

This is the only way to get through all of this. This is the only way that I am going to get through all of this, I think. Hey.

Hey what?

I’m so grateful for you right now. You have no idea, or... yes, I guess you know.
Yes, I do know. I AM grateful for you too. Happy to hang around to remind you, if you need it.
I do, apparently. I do. Thank you.