The worm

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.