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It's been there two weeks

and I didn't notice

until I noticed,

which is a thing I do—

four inches maybe, pale green,

leaning toward the baseboard gap

like it knows something

about that direction,

like it has a plan

I don't.

I've been watering it

by accident.

The shower steam,

the floor water—

I didn't mean to.

It doesn't care what I meant.

My roommate said pull it

and I said yeah

and then I didn't

and now it's been three days

and I keep walking past it

and it keeps being

four inches tall

and leaning.

I don't know what a fig wants

in a bathroom.

I don't know what anything wants

in a bathroom, honestly,

including me at 2 AM

sitting on the cold tile

waiting for nothing—

but here it is.

Here we both are.

The grout is cracked

just wide enough.