the candy hidden on the bookshelf in my green metal box was full of maggots this morning that were stained purple and pink from living inside a bag of wild berry gummy lifesavers. most remarkable were the dangling cornmeal-like moth crumbles that filled the wrapper still wiggling little tremors thru their shaking world or abandoned world when i lifted it up to look closer. there was no visible tear or means of entry/exit in the clear wrapper of the half centimeter thick since being flattened granola bar–the very same one i picked up at noon under the claiborne overpass on orleans on yes mardigras day
when g and o walked up behind me they doubled over laughing assuming i must be that wasted already if there i was crawling under the crowd’s sticky feet and deafening noise of music from 50 PAs diligently picking up trampled food items and broken cups from underfoot on that specially contaminated day. i didnt bother telling them i was quite sober and
well
i did mentioned but drowned out for the best by the amazing din
its still in the wrapper
