If I were a pillbug, I would still love you.
I would live inside the walls of your house.
I would polish the segments of my carapace
until they shone like a new, miniature Volkswagen.
I would bring all of my five thousand six hundred
eighty nine friends out beneath the floorboards
to show off the beauty I have found in you.
I would curl up into a tiny gray knot of ecstasy
even as you bring down your sole on me.