I’m not really that into plants,
I mean thanks for the oxygen and stuff,
But I’m not fussed,
I mean I do need them to eat, as do all other beings.
And I am a vegan, I mean – they’re cool and useful and necessary blah blah,
The thing is.
When I write about plants,
I always turn them into human bodies,
I make it about me and other people I’m missing or I missed out on or whatever.
It’s not that I’m turned on by plants or anything,
It just happens, and before I know it I’m shamelessly writing about sap and wood and buds and growing together and all this.
There’s something about soil I like, imagining writhing around in it like a worm and being all free and wormy,
That’s kind of like sex,
Good sex anyway.
Being a little creature and doing what feels natural.
Maybe it’s because I’m just a little bit repressed in my day to day life and I like the way plants just branch out and be themselves (ha).
I use them as a conduit to talk about other things,
It’s just as well really, sometimes things can often get a bit anatomy focused and medical otherwise.
Anyway I’m going to stop analysing myself now.