Serpentine slivers of silent carnivorous ants Slither all across The slippery sheen of the tiles In my bathroom. Thin slivers, meandering shavings, genuflecting, gesticulating As my transfixed eyes Gather the details in. There they march, brandishing Gory pieces of gore Ill-gotten gains from my travail with roachy dastardliness Which I left uncleaned, in situ. YetContinue reading “ANTS!”