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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