bad
about the worms we sliced
into three
with our pocket knife,
having dug
them up in the yard
in the early morning,
before walking
to the river.
not really.
each piece seemed
to be no
worse off than the others,
still squirming
and curling
themselves up
into fleshy balls.
we were budget fishing,
so we had little
choice in the matter.
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