Monthly Archives: September 2011

Man With Red Ants

In the train today was a man
who had ants crawling all over him.

Red ants exploring
his grey shirt,
dirt-blue bag and
caveman arms.
Startled me out of my morning train dreams–
this man
and his tiny, warrior friends.
It was kind of weird, yet commonplace
that I thought about this man more than
he thought about himself.

He didn’t care, really
that the ants could be swimming in
his lunch box;
that they could be swarming
his armpits;
that they could be sliding down
his sweaty, sugary skin.
to be fair,
this uncaring man
looked like the kind of man
who wouldn’t care if his stinky pants
were a hive of
or roaches
or ants.

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