I went to the Deep Sea Isopod Touch Tank and Everyone Knew You

By: Jaclyn DiMatteo

Me – A deep sea isopod that’s lived thousands of years, and yet still yearns for the feeling of human touch.

You – A person with the most beautiful, elegant hands I’ve ever seen.

The tension is palpable. You reach your hand into the water and it’s colder than you would’ve realized. That doesn't stop you though. You’re a determined one, I could sense that from the start. 

Your hands begin to come at me and I can feel each of my plates vibrating with anticipation. Your hands look masculine, but also delicate. You’re the type of person who’s secure enough to go get a manicure from time to time. I like that about you.

When your hand first feels the rough sensation of my body you exclaim, “Oh wow!”

Bigger than you anticipated… am I right? We aren’t called the Giant deep-sea isopod for nothing…

It’s just then when you go to touch one of my pathetic brethren. How could you betray me in such a way?! You filthy slut human. I should have known the lesser species would be so susceptible to such disgusting behavior.

And yet when you leave,, I still feel a vague sense of yearning for those hands, oh those beautiful hands. I am cursed by my genetic superiority to think about you for the rest of my (super long) life. If only I was enough for you.