Somebody not cutting down my lantana
somebody not cutting down my lantana
gives it space to breathe
its leaves flippy flopping in the
little bit
of breeze against my back forty feet of yard
I paid a woman-owned landscape company in the city once to come tidy my previous yard
Her (all male) team immediately chopped down all my bushes,
all of which were
flowering
beautiful
salvias.
She didn’t refund the day’s charge
despite commiserating that indeed they should have known
not to cut flowering items
I wonder a lot about why the lantana leaves in the sixfoot clump in the back backyard are thin and normal green
not dark green like the lantana I buy at nurseries
lantana has unique flower formation
nothing can be like it
nothing mistaken for it
but the nursery leaves are like
a cross between
oregano
and peppermint
looking edible
don’t eat it that way. I did once on accident
one more way my concussion interferes.
Cognition is valuable
especially when foraging
eight months of steroids later…
Why this lantana
has leaves half the thickness
of paper
and yields half a shade lighter than kelly green.
It looks more chewable,
like a moment in the mouth would give you clarity
about the purpose of the back flat teeth you have
like it would make a paste of goo in the mouth
like if you spit it into your hand, the goo would be thin, soft,
where the nursery’s leaves chewed up would end in jaggedness and frustrated saliva feeling impotent against the power of those cellulose walls.
I cant imagine a more southern name for a
plant
than lantana
I lived once near the home where Steel Magnolias filmed
but on the Texas side, too far from multicutural Shreveport for my taste
but close enough to find crawfish at the grocery store.
But if I had lived on the other side,
I’d have been closer to the Angola plantation prison
no matter where I live, I can’t seem to figure out
where to go that doesn’t mistreat people who don’t look like me
notwithstanding needing to report at least one company to the fedeeral trade commission
every
day
for violating my
disability rights.
a BLM friend once reflected
It’s like they can’t even see you’re
white
when you’re in that wheelchair
something to be said for being able to leave my house after sundown, though
i cant do that anymore, but i could until 2025
so at least i remember