A spider plant’s known to filter
pollutants
from the air.
It’s tendrils extend
from behind
my computer
and television set.

They sniff and snort what’s
been reported
on Global and
The National.
Their tiny green eyes scan
Facebook.

They’ve heard me sing
off-key.
And they’ve inhaled
burnt toast
in the morning.
No wonder the poor thing’s
so spindly and sick.

Maybe I should give it
a splash of water
and put some music on
the CD player…