Colony on Fire
My husband set fire to a path of ants
on the patio
it’s shit like this and his insufficient
fury for the Trump presidency that threatens
what we’ve built over seven years
except
he’s so damn handsome with his beard and
brown eyes, so kind to me even when I
chastise him for killing ants with my conviction
that land outside the house is fair
game and belongs to them
I’m always feeling so many feelings,
my own or someone else’s
and even if he can’t agree it’s one
of the main reasons he loves me,
he told me so once when I asked him
point-blank
you should hear his voice
when he calls me “B,”
it’s the definition of
enough
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Last stanza is a killer. Great turn.
^^^ last stanza is bonercity
Well done!
im a sucker for love poems. i havent written any in quite awhile, but this inspires me.
I’m glad to read your words again
So many levels to this poem…
whoa. You got it.