Feeding the worms. Ever since I found out that earthworms have taste buds all over the delicate strings of their bodies, I pours dropping apple peels into the compost bin. Imagine the dark, writhing ecstasy, the sweetness of apples permeating their pores. I offer beets and parsley avocado and melon, the feathery tops of carrots. I'd always thought there's a menial life, Iless and hidden, almost vulgar. Though now it seems, they bear a pleasure so sublime, so decadent, I want to contribute, however I can, forgetting a moment my place on the menu.