It makes sense now that I think about it, why
my fiddle leaf fig dried up and dropped all her leaves
when I brought her home.
I blamed it on the fact that she was frail
when I bought her, ends frying
under the fluorescent lights at the local hardware store.
I said she was shocked by the move,
an electric one two miles across town, strapped
not-so-securely to the front seat of my old truck.
I justified: I watered her too much/
moved her too much/
loved her too much/
Really it was much more
than that: I didn’t water/ move/ love