The Calathea
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.
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