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.