Ami

the ficus
stands
in the living
room
branching
out
across the walls

avocados sprout
profusely
to decorate
the hall

along
the carpet
moss and mold
grow plush
enshroud

in between
her shoulders
thorny disasters
creep

the spikes
tickle
and pierce

simply
day-to-day

confused
pruning
unspeakable
decay

most times
she goes
crawling
to the safety
of the dirt

all but stripped
of her skin
she burrows
deeply in