The worm appears, slithering in the food
as, with extreme hunger,
I prepare to eat.
There is no reason for me to be hostile
towards this slithering and sliding
green, soft body.
Even though I learn to cast it aside
and continue to eat, everyday
it appears quietly, creeping towards me.
Today I begin to learn
to endure it.
In the years to come
it grows, shifts shape
climbs on me and crawls about
sucking its food from my body
frightening me
with its stranglehold
of possibilities.