Carnivorous
       

There are insects that eat plants
and there are plants that eat insects.
Some call this the new world.

The far end is called the old world
and it's possibly dead. What do we
really know of the dead body?
Bury the rhizomes horizontally.

I was thinking about the difference
between forms: the heavily-
veined versus the notch, the freeze
and the frost. A stage in history
full of hybrids and inversions.

A fly feeds on nectar
from the nectar spoon
of the oblong moon as a city
proliferates with flesh, shit, urine, paper, plastic,
a passport behind a metro advertisement.

One loses one's footing.
One loses one's wings.
One loses one's mind on the uncertain surface.
One loses one's purse in the insufficient room.

A jostle for space followed
and the place grew pale pink vines
and spatula-shaped flowers.
Cultivation! A little girl bellowed
from her 34rh story room.

The life of a fascinating method.
She reached for the rosette-forming sundews.
After all, it was morning
and it was time for school.
The greenhouse below was constantly moving
as if possessed, surmounted by
purplish stalks, roots, and leafblades
propagating the day.

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