Daisy ( My Venus Fly-Trap)

By Robby Allegretta

I never saw him in those thick-rimmed glasses,

hair tossing fits and averted stares.

Your words rationed for doppelganger,

stealing names but exposed in murky lights.


Proximity seemed coincidence

but now the dynamics reek of our chess match.

I the rook- straightforward, cornered, insecure;

He the king- heedless to class designs.

Your pseudo-face checks my desire.

The Queen of Arsenals enraptures me so.


Not a Daisy, then, my curt Venus fly-trap;

(shyness)- lethal poison to allure the droves.

Persistence a supposed virtue;

you’re beguiling again to swat me at last.