Annelid Segment

Worms carry the weight
a potato sack harbors.

Dark starch, russet orbs
growing under dirt.

As hills call their insides up
worms enter a mouth,

relish mum tongue.
Our limbs can’t reconcile

missing themselves.
Slit below clitellum

worms regenerate tails.
Consumed tubers

touch and wonder,
jejunum to duodenum.

Gathering back the body
we sift subterranean.


Matthew Schmidt’s poems have been published in PleiadesThe Seattle ReviewHawaii Pacific Review, and elsewhere. He is an associate poetry editor at Fairy Tale Review and the Co-Founding Editor of the Iowa-based literary editing and educational nonprofit 1-Week Critique.