the calathea

tis’ a perty lil’ deceiver.

sitting

there

looking

like

something

of

a sunrise

pine

cone

all

yellowy

&

as if it was

dipped

in

ruby

red

grapefruit

juice

it

smiles

at

you

with

the

gritty

gross

intent

of

a

priest

about

to

break

all

his

vows

&

while

the

aptly

named

prayer

plant

of

the

forest

offers

up

those

same

shallow

little

nothings

for

all

the

other

plant

life

to

drown

in,

that

is

no

reason

to

condemn

it

for

being

perty.