the ants will find me again &
what flesh will i have to hide beneath?

there is no where to hide 
from a creature that can smell
the sugars of your blood
they sense the sores on the insides of
your thighs from where your legs
rub against each other--
they know we're always a seam
away from unfurling--
the air turns heavy as chicken 
broth-- pink flesh boiled from
bone-- i wanted to build
myself a body worthy of
wishing on-- snap
me in two-- me & you--
you see what the ants
hate most is disguises--
they hate how much skin we 
wear to cover
up the syrup we
call blood-- they like
to help me undress--
start button by button--
the gnarled teeth zipper
of my jeans--
then comes the lingerie--
nibble--frill--
with their mandibles--
they gossip that i dress myself like
a petit four--
fondant faced & full of 
sugar-- the ants want you
to know what i look like
beneath it all
& i want to find something
to crawl inside so
you can't see me so bare--
they always find me again--
they want me naked--
i could wear seal skin or 
leather or
leaves of cabbage but
the ants can always taste
a lie-- & no i wasn't
trying to fabricate
this body just so you would
love me--
i just wanted to look
like someone worthy of
unraveling--
touch my blood-- it's warm--
i'm not held together with skin--
i'm held together by the same
force that makes all the water
flow down--
the ants come in through
the cracks in the windowsill this
time-- close your eyes
love-- it won't be pretty
to watch--
the air is broth--
i'll leaving you
with the wooden spoon--
if they take me apart
there needs to be
someone who knows how to
stir the air--
ward off the ants by placing 
sugar cubes by the door--
keep my wish bones 
in your pocket until
they turn white.