I put on another layer of repellant and starblock. Fabio leads me from headquarters,
then jaunts off on his rounds. His arm points me down the path toward the newest find.
What hits me first: the lurid red faces, a striking contrast to their black bodies.
Not like other ones I’ve seen. Am I in the Amazon or outer space?
When I approach, some stay in the back upper corner, legs pulled up tight.
Others hang suspended from the ceiling. All of them stare, black eyes positioned
too close together on their crimson faces. Black hands wet with chunks,
fruit dumped in their trough, orange preferred over yellow or green,