Avoidance

My house 
is an IKEA garden. 
Polyester palms 
in doorways. 
Synthetic succulents
lining windowsills 
like guards. 

In the apartment we shared, 
there were natural flowers.
Birthday Tulips 
that whispered promise. 
Let-it-go lilies that latched
onto flimsy heartstrings.

Life’s easier now, 
I tell myself,
with this artificialness of mine.

Better,
with this plastic 
that keeps its promise
to never wilt. 

Chris Kads

Chris Kads (she/her) is a queer, Arizonan writer who enjoys creating coming-of-age works with feminist and LGBTQ+ themes. When she is not writing, Chris loves hosting the poetry challenge "Gut Punch Prompts" on her instagram @chris_kads and playing board games with her loved ones. Her poem "Missing the Tide" was runner-up in the 63rd Glendon and Kathryn Swarthout Awards for Undergraduate Poetry, and she has had other works featured in Blood+Honey Literary Magazine, SHINE International Poetry Series, Pillow Talk Magazine, Canyon Voices Literary Magazine, and the anthology If You Ever: Poems Inspired by Kim Addonizio.

http://chriskadswriting.com
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