I let poison ivy grow up the sides of my house,
it looks just like normal ivy to me.
When my mother comes to visit
she acts shocked, and
says I should quickly kill the vines,
she points at stems to cut and
gestures at the pediment above us but,
I like the plants, and I like the way
the green looks against the cracked white paint.
So when she leaves I do not take her advice,
I lie awake in bed for hours every day and every night,
I seem to cry on more days than not,
I do not cut the stems,
or learn to tell ivies apart.
I let the ivy grow up the sides of my house.

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