ant river

i followed the sound of mandibles 
to despose of the day's bones. great current 
where legs become an element. i have been running
from waterfall & slit iris. color fracture. following 
each exhaustion in front of me. i do not want to be
one of the wind-up dolls, but here i am. 
i crave nest. pray for a night worker to arrive 
to tell me "here is where we keep our queen."
there are not enough holes in the sun for me
to escape through. i put on a rubber. so much of my days 
are about prevention. i am hold back an antenna flood
& listen for grains of sugar as they whistle.

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