imagine the elegant suffocation

the poignancy in crouched limbs,


stemmed necks intertwining

in curious proximity,


where personal space is

a feature of political correctness


deemed unnecessary and exhaustive

in such a progressive flower pot.


greens curls around greens,

and flowers lie lazily across each other’s petals


because in such an overpopulated bottle

they are one in the same


breathing each other’s air

sharing their share of communal sunlight

growing off of each other

growing bigger but they learn to live


life, it seems, learns to thrive

better in a glass bottle


than in open air outside