My finger
snakes across the table
to demonstrate
the path
that a
dissecting tool would take
to split the
skin of a worm.
Its smooth,
taut shape
I will slice
and pin back,
careful not
to cut too deeply
severing its
ribless body in half.
Lowly invertebrate:
fish bait -
earth composter
the all’s
clear after rains -
neither sexed
– both sexed
opened for
discovery,
guts
revealing aortic arches:
five loops
carrying blood
to its five
beating hearts.
Five hearts,
four more
than human,
to torment
and devour
the one
so easily
insinuated into.
My finger
remembers
the smooth,
sinuous skin
that covers
his cheek.
How did he work
his way
in and not
fertilize?
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