Scorpion
Let your skin find solace, nestling into sun-
warped sand. Locate salvation in an army boot
or maneuver down a Tucson wall, hackles
poised. Stinger craned into claw. Dedicate
your whole body to leaving the light that blinds
that great exoskeletal eye, ultraviolet eddies
along your pincers. When scientists come
to bleach your glowing bones, tell them you clung
to the tumbleweed. Crawled to center and fought
centrifugal force the whole ride home.