(a poem to one of the critters in the Planting Disabled Futures virtual reality tree world my collaborators and I are currently creating [https://www.petrakuppers.com/planting-disabled-futures] – this spider was concocted by students in Jason Woodworth-Hou’s class at Georgia Tech University)
in fungal transformation – I am sprouting –
this sprout, then the other, yet one more, over there, another
here I stand on eight ends, voluminous, toes thick and stumpy
your vertical lips blow me a big grey shimmer kiss
your round eyes like a mars rover’s mother
hover scan my world, scan deep inside my pillow womb
lilac extruded hollow as you and me, we wallow
companionable, bump into one another with tender gesture
flickety-flick, no harm, no foul, as we all ping, careen into
my soft flesh, your sweet bristles, I, you, we, in exoskeletal peel –
eight-time waltz, for sugar, fly, a silken keel –
to dance to – tiny – die in this universe
of a thousand million brilliant glitter eyes