Like any living creature, it must be fed,
it must be nurtured, loved. Neglected, it dies or
stagnates or shrinks
which might be worse than death.
This blog, like King Tut, the bearded dragon
living caged in my family room,
basking beneath heat lamps,
bright white and scorching during the day,
warm red and comforting at night,
Sheena, the caramel colored corn snake,
housed in a converted dresser,
the drawers gutted, faced with chicken wire
gauged smaller than a snake’s head,
gets a red light night and day and a frozen rat on
Saturday afternoon, her weekly meal.
King Tut eats crickets,
bought live from the pet shop on the far side of town,
dropped two or four at a time to face a rapid and grizzly death
in the jaws of a lizard.
Blogs don’t eat crickets.
This one doesn’t. Sustained with writing,
weekly, Sunday, or Saturday like Sheena’s rat,
sometimes Friday like today,
a post to remind the internet:
I’m still here.
Without this post, I’m decoration.
Like feeding a reptile, it’s our only
chance to interact.