imagine a plant.

it grows leaves and roots. it absorbs sunlight.

do you notice anything especial about this plant?

where do they reside?

in a pot, in a household.

as a normal plant,

plastic prisons withhold sewed seeds which

grow for humans to see, to smell, to devour, to sell.

houseplants living in a pot may not ever feel earth.

still, it will grow leaves and flowers.

still, it will die.

this is Mora N.

they dwell in the household too, as plant owners do.

this is supposed to happen.

suppositions create expectations.

expectations beget disappointment.

leaves pull leaning trunk left toward sunrays.

proper plants mustn’t jerk deft for the best gaze.

plus, plants that grow as they are told.

are then trimmed and kept in one phase.

meanwhile the wood world

twists and thrives, in all moments

kept more encumbered.

Mora N. who let not the plant grow out

becomes pot.

In a town, in a globe, in a house.