Vermiform friend, frying on the sidewalk at a hot night’s beginning, swimming in air when the ground soaks, tunnelling blindly and transforming the world in its wake. The worm. A metaphor for the vulnerable, the peon, the untouchably low. Crawling as an act of humility in pilgrimage state, an act of obeisance to a greater force. A metaphor for a penis detached, the most unimaginable state of...