something about ants

i try to speak lightly, like walking
on egg shells, hungry,

looking for yolks-

but there is nothing to find but noise.
and breaking broken shells never feels good.

the chatter, attacks in waves,

discounted with coupons, selling adds
to the corner of my minds eye.

I try to walk lightly, like speaking into the

ears of ants, hungry
to please the lover they will never touch-

feeding fatherless offspring, and always moving.

the ankles, wear wrinkled clothing-roll their own cigarettes,
and complain about the weather.

and so i smile lightly, sit lightly, and let fingers do the talking.