the ants always find me unfurl from the dirt with their eating. i wake up to a scattering of ants from the trash can in the living room & i rush to press each on into crumple. i think of that dorm sophmore year where the ants could locate a single misplaced cheerios on the carpet. there is never just one. i search for a trail but just find more & more across the room. down the hall. my whole body prickles. ants can smell food from up to 200 meters away & there i slept a huge wedge of meat. could the ants have found me as i slept? yes, yes they could have each opened their individual mandibles & swallowed me piece by piece. i think they are gone. think i have won but my heart still flutters like a broken nestling. a new one down from the ceiling. i remind myself if have seen worse. one morning the ants devoured our mini fridge. in my parents house a trickle of ants march from the door to the cupboard. this is just a scattering i am safe. i will win. where do your teeth come from? mine arrive like a creek of ants. i see ants from the corners of my eyes & they are not there. just ant ghosts. ghosts of ants. all the tiny collapsed creatures. if i were an ant i guess i'd do the same. not much else but roam & roam & hope the wall is arching somewhere. dear reader, sometimes i am a wall. the ceiling is thankfully getting higher. i am crushing each one i find.