I wonder if the Z. aethiopica'd thrive
transplanted to a larger pot. The roots
lack leg room, and the leaves are half-alive,
half-dead -- green zombies walking water routes
from memory, with crinkly fingernail-
like fringes twitching now and then. I clipped
the leaves of other plants to no avail;
my kindness killed them. I am not equipped
by default with opposable green thumbs,
just monkey brains and scissor-fixed distaste
for rot. In my savanna, this becomes
a red-light/green-light matter: hues misplaced
on neural maps, where red means "eat of me
and live," and green means "nothing eats for free."
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