underground orchid

“i’m like” must be a quotative that has taken root,
an underground orchid pollinated only by termites.
i be like, “it’s tapping into the root
of a honey myrtle, feeding on the fungi”!
he’s like, explaining the beauty of youth,
the giddy girlishness of it, the casualness...
momma be like, “save that parasitic orchid”!
“i’m like”, if it could propagate like wild fire
it be like, “all around the world…”.
talking about talking needs no photosynthesis.
the orchid be like, “not me, just give me a broom plant”.
language can garner no protection in a seed bank,
and the powerful little boy be like, “where is the nature reserve”?
so then i was like, “look for the underground orchid,
follow her sweet smell, hear her cry to save me in silence”.
musicians be like, “you better get used to it”.