ants attack the anxiety
you folded neatly into the basket,
between the potato salad
and my love for you.
they swarm,
as if your neuroticism
were made of sugar
instead of trauma.
the picnic is ruined and
the day is too.
i fucking hate ants.
ants attack the anxiety
you folded neatly into the basket,
between the potato salad
and my love for you.
they swarm,
as if your neuroticism
were made of sugar
instead of trauma.
the picnic is ruined and
the day is too.
i fucking hate ants.