Still Life Poem by Raj Arumugam

I don't know if
you can see me
but I'm the worm
having bored myself
into the fruit
(I was the only thing
that could not stay still)

I wonder if the artist
saw me
and painted me miniscule
my head pointing outward

I don't know if
the artist put me in
or left me out of his painting
thinking me insignificant
or unsuitable in a grand theme such as fruit;
and so tell me, if you see me trapped in still life