if i were a starfish
i would always have a home
clinging to the rocks
in a remote tidepool
on the side of the bay
home
i am an adult now, and adults are not meant to change
even if the next day
my tidepool were to dry up
dying, i would still be a starfish
if i were a worker ant
i would have a purpose
tirelessly toiling for a higher purpose
some sense of a greater good
the seasons do not rest
time passes
there is no rest in progress
humans
have by far
more capacity to change
than a worker ant
or a starfish;
they become a menagerie of animals
in order to
adapt.
they can rethink
reshape
their person
their humanity
the most thought horrifies me
as much as it
liberates me
change is
my worst fear
and the one thing i crave more
than anything.
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