You should not have opened this box.
Now you will never be rid of me.
I am waiting underneath your fingernails
to infest your ants, your grubs, your skin.
wound-maker without knife,
without teeth, slippery
body corpse-silent, I,
predator, am part of a family business.
We will eat those termites for you. Your aphids
will watch their children burst open,
our muscles writhing
and pushing out from inside but be warned:
when I am done here, my cousins are coming for you.
Pinworms and whipworms too, if you’re into
that kind of thing. We hope you are.
We hope your blood vessels
are just a little kinky,
that you like it
when we get under your skin.