The insect brain compels you
towards the light; or
above ground, in case of rain.
No fighting its pinprick impulse.
the ant's industriousness; or
the grasshopper's joie de vivre
I feel like I deserve bony carapace,
chitin armour, sequin wings
and savage horns and pincers.
I can't get up in the morning,
and the really good days
are always over before the age of five.
Here's who I identify with most:
the Peruvian dobsonfly.
He's a preposessing fellow, with his
segmented eyes and dandy's mandibles
stares into water, doesn't know why.