NIGHT CRAWLERS FOR SALE
Near Brokenstraw Creek, two boys,
dirt tanned and summer scuffed,
peddle fishing worms like other children
sell cold lemonade. One boy collects
the bills, while the other reaches
into small buckets of peat moss
and soil, showing off his sharp reflexes.
Every struggling worm he pulls
from its dark home reminds him
of night excursions, of dew-soaked
sneakers and tangled worms in grass,
of how a quick grab isn’t always fast
enough to avoid the painful,
but often, inevitable, splattered snap.
Karen J. Weyant's poetry and prose has most recently been published in The Briar Cliff Review, Chautauqua, Cream City Review, Cold Mountain Review, Mud Season Review, Rattle, and Tahoma Literary Review. She is the author of two poetry chapbooks and teaches at Jamestown Community College in Jamestown, New York.