there is this worm
as usual slimy and long and despised
that gets inside your skin
and you cannot just dispel it out from your system
it asks for a home
and you give one of the pores of you skin
it asks for food
and you become all too willing to share a part of your flesh
and it stays there
and you allow it and you begin to talk like friends
and you welcome it
simply because you have been all too alone
now despite this parasitic relationship
between you and this worm
you keep on keeping it
and they are angry at you and always pester you
with their own philosophies and one day they become silent

you tell them: what do i lose? i have long been nothing anyway.
i don't have any. Not even a lock of hair from you.

RIC S. BASTASA

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