THE ANTS IN MY BATHROOM
never really get organized: just a few scouts
wander in and circle the drain for days, for-
getting the way out. . . Sometimes
an unfortunate will die, and her comrades
will carry her around that drain until
they all pass on, or remember the exit. . .
My sentimental mate calls this carrying thing
fierce loyalty: cynical me sees only their need
for neatness: but we are both kids without
siblings, so we don’t see
how his mother and her sisters can say
the most awful things to each other, then
slam down the phone and blurt out
each others’ secrets—but when Christmas
comes, or birthdays, or any damned
excuse, just try to keep them apart. . .
We “only” children just don’t get it: how
the smallest group of two or three
can make all the difference when you’re
circling the drain. . .
—Kathy Kieth, Diamond Springs, CA
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•••Today (12/12), 3pm: Lincoln Poets Club Open Mic meets on Zoom at us02web.zoom.us/j/87466015982/. Meeting ID: 874 6601 5982; Passcode: 766105. Host: David Anderson.
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—Medusa
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