Red worms crawl inside
my skull and right ear.
They're metallic and
wrapped in tiny blankets,
which veils them from
X-ray machines. Some
good-for-nothing doctor
or laboratory technician
inserted the red worms
to drive me insane. It is
a racial thing. First, they
tried to make us slaves.
But when we won our
human rights, they decided,
in a smoke-filled room,
to enslave our minds.
These red worms crawl up
inside of us, men, women,
and children of color, and
record our thoughts. They
broadcast everything we
say or think to the man
that designed these red worms,
who are known to transform
into tiny green lizards, who
live off our ear wax and dry
skin. Soon, they will acquire
a taste for our brains. There
will be no stopping them then.


About Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal


Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal lives and works in Los Angeles County. Born in Mexico in 1967, his poems in English and Spanish have appeared in print and online. Some of his poems are influenced by his work in the mental health field.