THERE’S A WORM
By: JonArno Lawson
There’s a worm
In the apple of my eye.
I saw its head emerge
And then retreat.
That minter with
its hundred shifting feet
being the rot,
and soon the rot’s complete.
My love, when comes the inborn urge to eat, never eat yourself up from within: eventually you’ll eat right through your skin.
Be patient with yourself, begin again.
