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worm eaters

my father was a ten-year-old prophet.
he would go out to his grandmother's yard 
& eat worms until they spoke through him.
i'm scared i am the same way so i avoid 
grandmothers & yards & talking to worms. this morning 
i saw a worm being consumed by a wave of ants. 
they looked like water. in a past life, i drown in a green lake.
i can still hear the muffled birds above saying, "gone."
then, last year, we went canoing on your parent's lake 
& everything was worms; even you & even the clouds. 
i closed my eyes hoping it would pass. still, my father stands 
in my every backyard. he eats worms. offers some to me.

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