The almost transparent white grub moves
slowly along the edge of the frying pan.
the grease makes the only sound, loud
in the empty room. Even the rim is cooking him.
The worm stops. raises his head slightly.
Lowers it, moving tentatively down the side.
He seems to be moving on his own time,
but he is falling by definition. He moves forward
touching the frying grease with his whole face.

Linda Gregg