Baby, get your can:
this plant needs watering.
Its leaves are folded in a heap
like shirts waiting for the iron
and they smell like rainy Mondays
and empty houses and missed goodbyes.
Baby, take it away; I can’t bear
to look at it any longer.
Photo by Sharyn Morrow
What do you think is the value of an artist issuing a statement to “explain” his or her work, compared to saying nothing and leaving it completely open to interpretation?