There was a colony of ants in my closet.
They sent their little spies out to discover my bedroom
and the ways of its inhabitant
like I had a secret to tell.
My mom says it’s because of the pasta and frosting I keep in there
but I know better.
In The Departed they refer to
the secretive people masked in trust that lie about their allegiance
as rats.
And I know you sent the ants to find me behind enemy lines
to crawl up my legs and make maps of my mortal form
report back to a box of sweet smelling makeup in the corner
Like an undiscovered safehouse.
I admire your dedication.
Unfortunately my mom set out ant traps:
White squares with drops of ant poison.
They don’t set in right away
The chosen ants find the alluring drops of poison
and unknowingly bring it back to the colony to kill everyone
like the femme fatale you always trusted.
Now I am the rat that infiltrated your safehouse
Deception and betrayal are among my many talents
as well as being a terrible host.
I am currently three weeks ant-free.
