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The worms continue / to pay us no mind, silently weaving air / into the earth’s torn lungs

As a child, I loved summer rain only as much as its worms on the driveway, on the sidewalk, on the road where cars passed until the next morning, which would be sunny and dry and full of bodies. As if umbilical, two worms could be born— I had learned from classmates—by snipping one in half. So I too conducted no great experiment, only easy cruelty, my heart a knotted spool. Boneless and blind as a needle, needy and pink,........

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