last night i dreamt about worms
not the fat slimy ones that you dig
in the earth
not the ones that
dads bait on hooks for fishing
laughing, beer in hand
hold the camera steady, dear
cast, johnny!!!


not the ones that gather in
shallow pools after a rain
a rain that drenches the earth with glorious
tears
their scent filling the air
returning, rerouting


no, last night i dreamt about
other worms

the kind that come out
of your ass
usually in the night
under the cover of flesh
the ones that infest, consume
occupy and irritate
the ones that itch and threaten and

devour

the ones that feed, nurture and grow
sucking
gently
so we think we like it


even when we don't want them to
the parasites of the earth
building, growing, changing
before our eyes
in spite of our eyes
fucking bastards
give me a stick
to poke out their eyes

do they have eyes


then i can return to peace