these ants are nihilists donny
our ants are in remission each Spring we are lulled into
complacency as husband #3 drops food liberally banana
detritus peanut gallery coffee grinds from hell
countertop mayhem ants plotting their comeback tour
soon in our bed encouraging swatting slapping among
other acts of tainted love +S/M debauchery
red trails into darkmoist pubes (do old people have pubes?)
they hover listen intently to human misery the odd bit of
elation smearing sheets with sacred substances
they are red with beady bedroom eyes à la Antman Edwards but
not as cute laying embryos in ears +inner thighs soon our tall
yellowhouse will be crawling with resurrection + fragrant anty-feces
Welcome to Spring in Canada eh! 🐜🐜🐜
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Spring 2025
songanddancegirl 