pretty thing come closer
your jaw so tense in the gardening aisle
I brush my knuckles against the
trigger hairs on your mouth, ask about your
waterwheel & sundew cousins,
when you last digested an arachnid, I
admire your hunger, the biology of it,
I read that it takes a tenth of a second
for your teeth to snap
down but you don’t close your
lips around my thumb when I touch you
you like a certain kind of prey
don’t you
but you know your kind are
declining in the wilderness
not enough acid in the soil
we preserve you in the aisles like this one
we keep you alive
get in the cart
show me you’re grateful
show me how you want this
don’t you want something to eat
won’t you
