Flora wasn’t raised in the jungle but she spent most of her life wishing she was.
To be as tall as the Kapok Trees, as wild as the waxy bromeliads–
To hang upside down and sloth it out–
Or stealthily step like a panther towards prey.
One year for Halloween she covered herself in green construction paper leaves.
She tied strips of old bedsheets to her arms and glued plastic monkeys all the way up her spine.
When she arrived at school, all of the other monsters in her class were dressed as zombies or Frankensteins or Taylor Swifts. Flora thought to herself, “If Halloween means you can be ANYTHING in the world, why would you want to be something that everyone else is?” Confused by this gross lack of imagination, Flora shrugged and spent the entire school day concentrating deeply on standing very still and then suddenly jumping out at people.