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Wild Carrot by Megan Colgan

  • Writer: Dust
    Dust
  • Jun 24, 2020
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jan 13, 2021



Wild Carrot


I grew up confusing Queen Anne’s lace

with Venus flytraps,

assuming they would snap

their scattered white mouths shut

if an insect, or finger, touched their bloom.

So I learned to avoid the flower

whenever walking through fields away

from my house and its pressurized moods

hinged on codes I could never crack.




Megan Colgan



Megan Colgan is a stay-at-home mother from New Hampshire. 

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