Ode to Ants:
Narrative Poem
By Saroyan ColesPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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No, I am not making an ant hill out of this-
I can’t say the phrase, sounds rape-y
without feeling’ like
I stuck my leg
into a giant fire ant hill
how many angered sighs of
you're a slut if you don’t put out
& who taught you how to kiss like that?
laughing off in my face
As I tuck & roll out of cold-hearted lovers' beds
& demand to be taken home
just to hear tires peel out of the driveway
Tipsy enough,
to lick the sliding glass door like my Labrador
dropping my phone on the carpet
soak in tears of swigged spiced rum
& nude rug burns
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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