text:  I know you're not poisonous, she said, gulping wine, but you look poisonous to me. We both know who's poisonous, he said. She felt his eyes and antennae examining her, felt them as though they were leaving traces of iridescent goo on her skin. She ran over to the television and turned it on, abandoning him. He crawled down the leg of the table and across the room and up the leg of the coffee table.