Poetry by Sam Gennett :Our World

Our World

& it seems we are now glowing green 
succulents stuck in ceramic pots growing
into the light like anti-vampires
one day we’ll escape, become part of a machine
that hardly works & create our own tableau 
in a stranger’s living room, maybe in Vermont,
maybe inside of an empty snail shell
& we’ll eat sunflakes for breakfast in vineyards
just like we always talked about in our potholes
beside the window wishing we can carry
the world in our leaves.