there are ants crawling
underneath my door,
up the side of my trashcan,
onto my counter,
into my room.
spraying them,
creating boundaries,
reminds me.
i am not the only one
who always feels like my presence is
an imposition.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC
there are ants crawling
underneath my door,
up the side of my trashcan,
onto my counter,
into my room.
spraying them,
creating boundaries,
reminds me.
i am not the only one
who always feels like my presence is
an imposition.
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