Caterpillar, small feet and a hungry, hungry mouth click-clacking, snipping away at a leaf, making lace with its hunger to grow, not knowing what it will become
i want to reach back into the body before the metamorphosis, the soft body that came before the roach. inside those contractions might be another finale. i want to regress under the open sky. when the foot comes down i want to feel it along my whole body. when the hand explodes me i want to feel the warmth of veins and i want to know it was the only hand in the universe that could hold me that way.
The caterpillar inched slowly along the stem, stopping now and then to briefly investigate a the petiole of a potentially tantalizing leaf before moving on to what it clearly deemed a more delectable position. At long last, it seemed to deem one worthy, and began the arduous process of gorging itself.
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there are many caterpillars in costa rica. This is where my father is from. They are colorful, and hairy, squiggly, and pudgy, moving along in a predetermined locomotion. Motivated by the drive to eat, and one day evolved into the their final form. Their metamorphosis zenith.
Caterpillar, small feet and a hungry, hungry mouth click-clacking, snipping away at a leaf, making lace with its hunger to grow, not knowing what it will become
i want to reach back into the body before the metamorphosis, the soft body that came before the roach. inside those contractions might be another finale. i want to regress under the open sky. when the foot comes down i want to feel it along my whole body. when the hand explodes me i want to feel the warmth of veins and i want to know it was the only hand in the universe that could hold me that way.
The caterpillar inched slowly along the stem, stopping now and then to briefly investigate a the petiole of a potentially tantalizing leaf before moving on to what it clearly deemed a more delectable position. At long last, it seemed to deem one worthy, and began the arduous process of gorging itself.
there are many caterpillars in costa rica. This is where my father is from. They are colorful, and hairy, squiggly, and pudgy, moving along in a predetermined locomotion. Motivated by the drive to eat, and one day evolved into the their final form. Their metamorphosis zenith.