this morning.
it must have been the tenth or so.
yesterday, i found
the cabbage leaves had been riddled with holes
and a quick inspection on their undersides
revealed the causes:
camouflaged a minty green
tiny segments
shaped like innocent commas
were carving skylights into canopies.
i picked this latest off
and fed it to the tilapias.
i watched for a moment
as it curled and uncurled
floating on this
new and unfamiliar leaf
black and shifting.
i moved on
to other things.
i didn't even watch its death.
it wasn't about vengeance,
after all.
we all hunger.
we all eat.
some of it,
invisible, under the eaves,
chewing with mouths open,
staking our claim of the universe
with each clamp of our bits.
the only difference is who
steals a bite
first.
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