We will kill it.

We will kill it. We will.
It takes time. It takes work
to curb the stubborn clinging,
the vining between us.
But we will do it.
We starve it.
We overfeed it.
We deprive it of sun
and give it vinegar instead of water.
It takes work. It takes time
but we’re getting there.

Remember when we took pictures of it,
when it was so precious it made us
sick to our stomachs,
like popping uppers.
Hours and hours on the phone,
we gave it a name,
gave it all our breath.

But now we’re killing it.
It's a process, a battle
but we're winning.
Months and months of trying
have made it weak, spindly,
just one stalk stretching towards the sun.
It takes time. It takes work.
We're both tired
but don’t give up.
We’re almost there.