Passing a Tapeworm

Do not read this immediately before or after eating.

I placed my hands on my tummy like a pregnant woman. I stood. “A … tapeworm?” I climbed onto the chair as though escaping a mouse, gripping my guts, fingers scraping at my navel. There was more living in me than just me. An existence. A thing I did not want.

Published by <span class='p-author h-card'>Andy</span>

Gay Hoosier Taurus INFJ ex-playwright pianist gymbunny published author in San Francisco.

4 replies on “Passing a Tapeworm

  1. Funniest bit I’ve read all day. I needed the laugh. Thanks.

    COMMENT:
    Amazing that others posted their sordid tales of infestation to that story. Makes me want all meat to be well done.

  2. I especially liked the pictures and style of the story. It reminded me of “Where the Wild Things Are”.

  3. Just when you read something that says, “do not read befor or after you eat”, do we instinctively say, Oh, I must read this! yes I’m laughing my ass off and grossed out at the same time. I’m never eating again.

  4. Just when you read something that says, “do not read befor or after you eat”, do we instinctively say, Oh, I must read this! yes I’m laughing my ass off and grossed out at the same time. I’m never eating again.

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