I Can Control.
I pause every couple feet,
my shoes and pant cuffs soaked.
I stop to save the drowning worms
pinkish-gray, nearly gasping
littering the sidewalk like leaves.
you pull on my coat sleeve
and say stupid boy-things
bruise fingerprints on my arm and
kick at the writhing worms.
Copyright © Natalie Vee | Year Posted 2010
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