A Drunk Poem for You
Something about ants and healthy love.
By sleepy draftsPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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I thought it was a queen ant
pregnant with her babes
and saved her on the edge of a napkin…
Scooped her up and
let her crawl across my fingers…
returned her outside
where I pictured her laying her eggs
under an open lavender sky.
An hour later it returned.
You recognized it as a bull ant
and killed him instantly
soon as he approached
while explaining to me how much they hurt.
That’s it. That’s the whole poem.
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sleepy drafts
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