Feed Me

In the floral department of

my local supermarket

sat a tiny Venus flytrap,

its three leaf-mouths waiting,

open,

alluring red throats

exposed,

jaws outlined with

thorn teeth

always hungry.

The clear plastic cylinder

that held it was inked

“Feed Me.”

I bought it.

Gave it to my grandson,

who was delighted.

“We just talked about these in school!”

Back home,

I sink into my easy chair,

pick up my phone,

for my socials await me,

mouths open,

alluring red throats exposed,

jaws outlined with

thorn teeth

always hungry.

“Feed me.”

-kh-

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