#19

I began life

As something less

Than but like a worm,

And something more,

Something else entirely,

Though similar.

.

My change was an

Obvious one, not so much

A change, as a simple

Stretching of my frame.

I am still

The same out there.

In my pictures I

Look like me every year

Until I stop smiling

For awhile. Then

I look like me not smiling.

That doesn’t mean anything,

Especially since I don’t

Photograph well.

.

In there I am still

The same, too. My desires

Are simple and obvious as ever:

Food, shelter, naps.

Skin, warmth, the odd ray of sunlight.

Petty things, the slime of

My mind, are what’s different.

Yet. Again, the simple

Stretching of me is all that

Is new. Yet. Yet. Yet!

.

I am waiting to be

More than a worm.

I am hoping to be

More than a worm.

I believe I began to be

More than a worm, oh

Yet.