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poem where I am worm after Konohanasakuya-hime BY Kateema Lee Today under a canopy of cherry blossoms, you dance on fallen petals, you sing like larks laughing at winters past. you tell me I’m a worm waiting for wet soil, waiting to tunnel deep to hide from bloom and sun, waiting to hide from you. you laugh at the way I writhe on the sidewalk,  helpless, lost in your song before I’m caught in your talons. Kateema Lee is a Washington D. C. native. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in print and online journals such as PMS: Poemmemoirstory, African American Review, Gargoyle, Word Riot and others.