Caterpillar
When I was nine
I stepped on a caterpillar
accidentally
stepped on
one end of a caterpillar
and its caterpillar shape,
bright emerald green,
shot out the other end.
Since then,
I have taken great care
never to step
on a caterpillar
again.
First published in Harbinger Asylum, Spring 2016
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