O at the Edges

Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.

Worms

Posted on March 25, 2019 by robert okaji

Worms

Yesterday’s cored apple buzzes with light,
another vessel stored in sadness.

I have swallowed vows.

I have replaced air with earth
and enjoyed tongued flesh.

To think is to live. To live is to delay.

Burrowing through the soil’s rich
decay, this body,

accepted. Absorbed.

“Worms” was first published in Rue Scribe in September 2018.

4 thoughts on “Worms”

stephanielharper on March 24, 2019 at 2:04 pm said:

😍 🐛🤓

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- robert okaji on March 25, 2019 at 10:11 am said:
  
  We have this in common!
  
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onecarriage on March 24, 2019 at 11:11 pm said:

I was jusy thinking of Issa’s entomological poems this morning, and then this evening I was blessed with this perfect poem! Thank you.

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- robert okaji on March 25, 2019 at 10:12 am said:
  
  Thanks, Craig. Issa is never far from my mind!
  
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