Carrying Grandma’s Plants Out of Her Apartment After the Move

by Daniel Blokh

As she held me once, when my body was smaller than hers,
so we hold the green figures to our chests, set them down
in the backseat of the car. Her apartment turns blank again, forgets her
quicker than she forgets herself. We tape up cracks
on the flowerpots, make sure the stems don’t bend
as we drive. As she came to this apartment, so we move her out.
So we carry the green fledgling bodies to our house
carefully, piece by piece.