Thursday, December 12, 2013

THREE-ANT-DAY


Today is a three-ant day. 
When the lathe & plaster wall 
was torn out from behind
the leaking kitchen pipes,
A colony of ants poured out of the seams
to attack kitchen counters with vengeance.
So I wiped them up with bleach. Again. 
Yesterday was a nine-ant day. 
The day before, multitudes in my cup.
They surf the standing wave 
inside the cracked  blue sugar bowl—
even with a water moat, they find a way.
I am plagued with ants in my tea. 
Piquant. Peppery. They only surface 
after I add the milk. A dark punctuation
of ants surfing in my tea cup. Again.


12/12/2013


So far, the Argentine ants have not invaded the kitchen. They're outside circling the trash bins. They like meat, not sugar. Michael Ellis says Argentinian ants are part of a 560-mile long colony that stretches from San Diego to San Francisco. One colony! Yeow!

A poem on the Argentine ants:

A DEAD MOUSE REPOSES IN BEAUTY



FIRST DRAFT
Today is a three-ant day. When the lathe & plaster wall was torn out from behind the leaking kitchen pipes, the ants poured out to attack the kitchen counters with vengeance. So I wiped them up with bleach. Again. Yesterday was a nine-ant day. But they continue to surf the standing wave that is the sugar bowl—even with a water moat. I am plagued with ants in my tea. Piquant. Peppery. They only surface after I add the milk. Ants surfing in my tea cup. Again. 

Thanks to Piet Bess who said "It appears that your post was not written as a poem, Maureen, but that it could become one rather easily."

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