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Short Fictions from Web Del SolBEETLE
Bradford Morrow
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Say you were a beetle, with compound eyes, with legs to walk on, and
more than two! Say your thorax glistened and glowed, your mandible
threatened, your antennae waved. Say your wings flew you out over
the calendar earth, you bug! You could be scarab, be dung, be
darkling. You could be snout and you'd drill through wood. Consorting
with ants. Pretend you were fungus. You'd rove and shine, bark-gnaw
and blister. You might be checkered, predacious, or skiff. Powder-post, ship-timber, soft-weed, flea. You might be mud-loving, you soldier, you tiger. You'd leaf-mine. You'd click. You'd seed. You'd
death-watch. There would be many adventures, indeed. You'd be a
spy, a flower, a kitchen, a scandal; shrewd as the possum, armored as
turtle. You'd run with the weevil, shun the roach. You'd snuggle in
cheese or orchids or rot to sleep. You would crunch like crystal when trod upon, |