THE LIZARD AND THE WORM
I’m not sure what has happened between us, but if it
helps,
I once saw a lizard bite a worm in half,
a live worm, the lizard and the worm
about the size as you and I,
and about the same shape, really—
the lizard took half the worm
in its jaw, thing still alive, still moving.
Carried it away to I don’t know where.
I watched the leftover bit of worm
try to find its way back into the soil,
and then I left before I saw if it did.
And now, I think, is a good time for us to sit
and wonder, who are you in that story I just told,
and can telling that story to you somehow
take me out of it completely?
I want to be god. Give me good news.

–Frances Saux