Self-Similarity
You bring in a fern frond from the front garden
I open a bottle of wine
You tuck the stem in the corkscrew
and put it in the center of the table
I slide a travel guide under one of the legs to stop it from wobbling
We make pasta with nearly spent tomatoes I brought up from Pittsburgh
The next morning you pull at the frond and we talk some more
about our relationship. This is self similarity
the leaf of each fern
the frond recreated in miniature
until it’s impossible to part anymore