Sir David Attenborough, I Think I Love You
by RITA ORRELL
After lying in the cool dark sand, you rise, khaki pants soaking
wet, to show me the belly of a horseshoe crab,
spied on mating slugs, their bodies suspended by a strand of slime,
organs twisted in hermaphroditic ecstasy.
Because of you I pity the sad, short life of the mayfly, the unborn
victims of parasitic wasps,
admire the skill of beetles folding wings beneath elytra; the ants that
herd aphids, drink their sweet excretions.
I envy how when you snap your fingers broody cicadas try to make
love to you.
RIta Orrell is a design journalist with an MA in creative writing from CUNY/Queens College. Her chapbook of poetry, Stuck in the Dream Wheel, was published by Finishing Line Press. Her first design book, Objects of Desire, is forthcoming from Schiffer Publishing in March of 2016.