La Rev

The ants are everywhere,
    in every crevace of my mind.
I forget one thing—leave it behind?—
    and they circle it like a pack of synapsian wolves.
I don’t know where they come from.
    Door, window, floor boards, ceiling?
I’ve shaved my head looking for them;
    bleached my eyebrows;
bruised a thumb and broke a hammer.
    They climb stairs, slip between
conscious and subconscious, permeate
    my dreams and pitch me on their queen.
In time, they flood my skull, drowning
    me out like tiny, black drops of water.
The ants are everywhere,
    in every crevace of my mind.






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