Nothing quite like a dangling resolution
to soil one’s party–ants, no.
Ants have no picnics to ruin today,
or any other day. They just meander
onto your blanket in search of easy
sustenance. Do they know
they’re not meant to take from your
first-world bounty? Of course not.
Poor buggers, they are.
Author: Aidan Badinger
I am a poet.
I write poems.
Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.
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