Worm Tea


   you never cleaned the baseboards and neither did i

   our hands too busy cutting up lemons and basil.

   my torn cuticles stung bad enough

   to put my little finger in my mouth

   and take one sip of bright acid before

   we bore our offerings down the back steps

   into the cool enchantment

   of firefly shine and cricket song

   one bowl for the fair folk

   one bowl for the worms

A.Z. Louise (They/Them)is a civil engineer-turned-writer of speculative things, whose conure keeps them company during the writing process. When not reading or writing, they can be found baking, knitting, or putting on makeup with nowhere to go. Their work has been published in Strange Horizons, Fiyah, and The Future Fire.

Website: azlouise.com

Twitter: @az_louise

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