Little Monster

Perspective

Of the cells falling off my hand

Into the cosmic universe of ants

I know nothing.

And the spider edges his way to the edge of my doorway

Not knowing he's about to be captured

And examined

For the violin on his back and the fear of his venom.

And before this too, I didn't know -

And I called him a little monster.

My fingers move on the keyboard like his eight legs move on the ground

And I breathe in and out

Just as they do.

And before this too, I didn't know -

That I am a creature, a machine,

Maybe even a monster.

I eat red berries and purple fruit and my body is working

Oh, is it working

Before it unfolds its triumph -

A little monster

Just like me.