a wormy sensation has a hold on me
a crawling tight knawing twist in my gut
tells me that i am dissatisfied with something.
so i crawl into the tightest corner i can find
i wrap myself in my arms and squeeze my ribs together with my elbows.
i try to think of what could possibly be wrong.
why am i crawling and twisted?
maybe, i think, there is not logic at all
and the wormy sensation is just my heart
squeezing iteslf with its elbows
curled up in its own tight corner.
maybe myself has no more idea
of why it must this
then i do.