morning shower

one fine morning

I plucked a mango today.
It was warm and wriggly,
Spilling with
worms
underneath the taut, yellow jackets.
They showered my legs
living jellybeans
hugging my skin,
swimming in my
pockets,
hungry, their bellies twitching.

Pouring forth they
flooded the earth,
sandwiched my Ford
Cloaked the garden
er
In a wall of soggy bodies
Muting his cries
And swelled to mountains
Everything they could swallow.