There are ants everywhere
On my bed
In the kitchen
In my head
In my soul
Or hidden
In the corners
Hiding in filthy and clean holes
Watching
Waiting
And then appearing
In silent unbreakable trails
Swarming in chaos
Tumbling, defensive
Then gets back
In a straight disturbing line
Unprepossessing
Always hungry
Always unkillable

I followed him
watching my feet
following his,
evading puddles
of an early monsoon
I said, yey
He said, yey
And with that telltale
monosyllabic
guise
Our mutual
feelings
were acknowledged.
We like each other.

He walked
down the lonely road
with his cigarette in
between his pursed,
punitive lips
The ambers burning
glowing in the dark
His hands in his pockets
His steps uninterrupting
the silence of the night
He walked until
He appeared
in our street
His figure
growing, nearing
And he finally stopped
in front of me
and took
one last drag
of his dying cigarette

You snatched my guard.

my skin.

leaving me flayed.

The slightest touch

of breeze

Explosion

of pain.

Sour drinks and parochial doilies don’t go together/ My impermanent knee protrudes from the pretentious slash of your jeans/ My hair is the anti-cliche, the counter-perfect, the poofy dry to your flat and mediocre shine/ The sides and crevices turn black within seconds, like marks on my soul, mirroring the hidden cavities of my teeth/ Why do I need a phone when you never call? Why do I brush my teeth when they will eventually fall?/ My blocked nasal is similar to your blocked mind/ Your anger does not affect me, it only kills you/ Her black scrunchie is like the black hole, an entangled abyss against her snowy grandma hair.

I’m the glue that binds us;
when I fall silent, you fall off.
I’m a conversation stirrer.
I’m the conversation ender.

I stall
I ignore
I go dilly-dallying
I snooze
I pretend
And then I will
rush
Stress
And fly
Then fall
hard.
My heart
like glass
Quietly
breaking.