Let’s be pothos,
planted together
with deep roots in
night-dark soil,
cozy in our
terracotta,
our curling tendrils
entangled.
Two vines, in a
sunbeam; two vines
holding hands from
the deepest root
to the youngest leaf.
Kit Steitz is a queer, non-binary poet from Columbia, Missouri or they could be a pothos named pathos, there’s really no way to tell. They most enjoy writing poems while fending off slobbering, overgrown puppies and geriatric cats. Their work has appeared in The Ivy Review, Moist Poetry Journal, the lickity~split, and JAKE. You can find their neurospicy-fueled ramblings at @kitikins.bsky.social.