We learnt about tapeworm when we were 10:
flat, foot-long parasites that caused skinny arms and itchy bottoms.
We searched for wriggling larvae in our stool,
inspected our school-socks and Mary Janes.
We found nothing, but we got used to the idea that there were many animals
keen to get inside us and lay their eggs.
We imagined ourselves being eaten from the inside out,
so that when The Sex Talk came 2 years later:
we believed we were born to be hosts.
Word Prompt: taper