Ants march up my living room wall
obeying the hive mind’s call.
obeying the hive mind’s call.
The carpet is freshly swept
but they’ve found food nonetheless,
a sour scent
beyond my olfactory sense—
curdled drops of milk
from my little boy’s sippy.
April 27, 2013, 12:59 am
I love it when you say so much and create a picture in time with so few words.