Ever since I found out that earth worms have taste buds
all over the delicate pink strings of their bodies,
I pause dropping apple peels into the compost bin, imagine
the dark, writhing ecstasy, the sweetness of apples
permeating their pores. I offer beets and parsley,
avocado, and melon, the feathery tops of carrots.

I’d always thought theirs a menial life, eyeless and hidden,
almost vulgar—though now, it seems, they bear a pleasure
so sublime, so decadent, I want to contribute however I can,
forgetting, a moment, my place on the menu.

2 thoughts on “Feeding the Worms by Danusha Laméris

  1. After it rains my dog likes to go outside and dig up eartbworms. Once he finds a nice fat one he gently picks it up, drops it on the grass and rolls on it. He has a very contented look.

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