^{Found at the edges of forests or in clearings on the flowers of various plants and on tree trunks or hollows. They smell of pitch. (Wikipedia)}

I noticed that I sometimes stop breathing

yesterday (for hours) I was translating a film about eating insects

and I'd sense that I was no longer breathing, I'd slowly take a deep breath

and continue to translate, this repeated over and over

those insects and larvae bewitch me

I understood why they are so disgusting,

they wriggle, there are so many of them, they often feed on manure, rose nectar

all sorts of rotten stuff, but in the pan they begin to wiggle

come alive in the heat, move and whisper

in other words, they're so full of life

we are used to corpses and abstractions: shimmering pink

fillets, colourless blue chicken quarters, heart-red ground meat

having never seen mosses, silvery elk-horned lichens and streams

where creatures skate on stick-thin legs,

in English they're called Jesus bugs,

we are used to eating corpses that will never move

on our plates

why is this any less horrifying

than resurrection, transformation, a miracle