Should One Worm? Should one worm, stop me eating peaches, for the rest of my life? It all started years ago There is a picture of me There is me and my family on a summer The peach was lush just soft enough not mush It was a large peach large and juicy its yellowy tones a beautiful post-modern abstraction Some tree some far away tree growing in the light laughed as its fruit fell and I felt that laugh like a warm glow on my cheek reminding me of sunshine I bit, my eyes closed anticipating sweet pleasure The flesh burst in my mouth showering the focus of my sensual sense flowing like sweet nectar from the womb in that moment I saw that light. If I’d opened my eyes then, I could have been in Africa Atlantis even exploring Andromeda but – the stone split made me spit its bits and in its red heart A worm, a white maggot I retched. should one worm stop me eating peaches for the rest of my life? Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)