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