In which every girl’s favorite dinoflagellate
administers a lesson in self protection.
When jostled, bloom. You are the sum effect of subatomic light.
You are— a solar storm in a water bottle. One bad bacteria, strapped
with a chemical flare gun, trailing flagellum in your hair. Luciferin,
Ladies, Luciferase. Remember that the turbulence of one small thing
is the equivalent of silence. But you. You number uncountable.
You sum to spectacle, to glorious, to might.