Poem: Untitled

i really did
i mean they
they really did
yank the worm from the dirt
and by they i mean she
the bird
the one with brown and red
whatever the name is
(i know what it is i just don’t think it really fits)
anyway
i didn’t really see it
i just saw what maybe looked like it could
be
it
it being the yanking
a whole live worm
from the ground
in the cemetery behind my mom’s house

what it probably actually is
is some kind of seed
or leaf
or crumb
plastic shred or fake flower
i really wish it was
a whole live earth worm, that is
i really do wish that i
didn’t always have to round up
or down
i really do wish the sun would stop
disappearing
making it too cold to walk comfortably
outside
i really do wish it ever was just a live
brown
bloody
worm
fat and moving and really really real
RIGHT there
no mistaking
in front of my eyes
i could stop wishing so hard