phenomenal as an
elephant. And the sky
has oscillating eyes. You
act as you’re alone. But the trees

are soldiers surveying your
home. Your lawn isn’t
velvet grass. It’s covered in hidden
mines the squirrels dig up

searching for nuts. In the air are
mirrors. On a sunny day they see clearer
than a polished shine. The red ants
march in a trance recording your

moves. By tonight you’re on
the news. Arrested for trespassing
on your property. Where is the line
between theirs and mine?