Wet, wet dewy grass sticks to skin
Of the wiggly worm
Laying on the ground
Until danger comes around
Snap! It retracts
Like my dad’s tape measure
But less strong, more bendy.
Dirt cakes on a soy paper wrapping
That encases all the mush.
What squirms and wiggles!
Erratic ess’s and double u’s.
Movement like a child’s swingset.
All the potential lies in its five hearts
Veiny power waits
Maybe one day it’ll grow legs
Or spilt in two
Or perhaps grow arms
Or wiggle into the ocean blue
And evolve into something new.
But for now it’ll lay
Useful and useless,
A land anemone.
Dumb of ***
But pure of hearts
It’ll wiggle wiggle until the night gets dark.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 12:42 PM UTC