Content Warning: Reference to death
iaThe worm, split,
does not multiply
but instead, dies
I would rather
burrow
feel solace in the
dark of the
moist
soil
I’d rise at night
shrink in the beam
of direct light
then
feed me to the fishes
take me from the styrofoam box
you picked up
from the gas station
release me back
I don’t know what I believe
what comes next, is this a cycle
but the
water is cool
before the bite