looking down to my hips on this boring office day, i came across an old scar i'd forgotten all about.
back from a holiday, many years ago, i was having a bath in a flat in clapham. and out of the blue, un-called for, a worm wriggled it's way out of my hipbone.
it sat looking at me for a while, and me him (or her?) both quite surprised, i'm sure. it's not everyday a southamerican worm makes its way to hip london (this was before clapham became the hell-hole of yuppiedom it now is) and it's not every day that a woman gives birth to a non-human life form, from her hipbone (except for in alien movies)
and then it floated away into the bathwater, and we never saw each other again. but he left me with a scar so i wouldn't forget. this worm. my worm.