every time i try to draw, i end up drawing worms. misshapen writhy wrigglies, grossly bulging maybe or famine-thin, depending on the end. they gather on a patch of page and wiggle there, never touching, bulging/shrinking outward until my thoughts go somewhere else and they are left behind, intestinelike on a paper.
they look as if they wish to go somewhere. i want to let them into the world. make them large and stencil worm-patches on the walls. brush them off my page and into a garden. perhaps just one could feed a baby bird.
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