my husband invited
1,000 house guests
to live with us
milling, burrowing,
their home is
in the bathroom,
a tub within a tub—
they have eclectic
vegetable ends
fruit leavings
even coffee grounds—

hidden away in
a dark, moist world
their hum of
endless chewing,
little rototillers
dirt into soil
a very precious gift—
eisenia fetida
red wigglers
why is it that
I squirm myself?

I welcome comments and discussion!

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