old flame

also, i saw something at the zoo that tipped off my secret garden memories from many years back when i ran into that big tree that had hundreds of pots hanging from it
it had the most intimate smell, the most intricate flowers and the strangest feelings about it
i brought home a flower one evening
ma said it was an insect eater

i'd cycle past it, run past it, look at it through an eye slit,
ggaaah! to think of a flower gobbling down insects

then one day i gathered all the nerve i could and touched the innards of one of them then suddenly i remembered their carnivorous nature… so i scrambled onto my cycle, peddled, fell into the gutter.
then i opened my eyes to check if my fingers were there or if she ate them up
ok so they were still there
so in the zoo under the colonies of bats grew memories of my secret garden
i came back and picked one off the ground. it was still taut and curled in, still the same intimate smell when i opened it.
















so this is a wilted one. but make do. pretend its all saturated pinkred and the inside is orange yellow and that its all curled in and taut ...ready to chomp on the next bug okay?