It's like coming home and reaching out to give your baby a hug and then seeing that it's not her, that it's some demon, just using her backbone and parts of her skin for a little while. After a while the tree gives out and comes crashing to the ground, wisteria and all. Wisteria don't mind. More sunlight, wisteria says, and the next morning it's sending out runners everywhere. Wisteria don't want to get up.
Wisteria wants everything else to come down.
I got a theory of wisteria. I think wisteria is entropy come alive, slinking through the forest, looking for potential energy to turn into kinetic energy. I think it laughs in the nighttime under the full moon, but you and I can't hear it. Wisteria been choking my 'zayahs and cameyahs. Wisteria been trying to get on my roof.