WET WORM 🪱

To Jose,

My muse and wet worm.

You are silvers and gold, my flotsam, and treasure. You illuminate murky waters and shine twinkling rays of light onto all that life can be. Your dazzling brilliance hides away; not easily decipherable, not even to yourself. But I see it.

Drowning in thought disguised as detachment, you think deeply enough to conclude that you’re stupid. You speak in profundities dressed down as idiocy. Your acrid, salty sarcasm sweetly drips into my sour soul. Your lilting voice lulls on waves, flooding, and pooling into…