(Myrmeconema neotropicum worm to the Cephalotes atratus ant)
They ask what’s the point—a life cycle
bookended by shit, all for a vacation inside
your black and shiny body.
But hasn’t everyone wanted to be
someone else for a while? Smudged
the line between enchanted and enchained?
Instead, ask what I wouldn’t give
to trade my unremarkable white smoothness
for your coppery strength,
your thorned and devilish charm,
and the ability to fly—just briefly—
grasped in the safety of your body.
I really am sorry my presence
curdles your defenses, thins your tough armor
to this useless linament layer,
a barely-there barrier
between me and the fantasy
of what it’s like to be you.
If there were another way, I’d take it.
I’d leave you tough and uneaten.
I’d leave you flying.
*Written by Elizabeth Vignali