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When you have an infatuation with your neighbor and you would do anything to feed your worm.
The farmer showed me
the way worms made love
in concrete,coffin-shaped beds
on mattresses of moss and peat, slipping
under the rubber collars of each other,
joyous, shy, nervous, taking turns.
Androgynous worms, their pale larva
rising like dew on black earth.
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