visitors

woke up singing, oh
the ants come marching in
I find a group of them again
swarming a tampon that is
somehow one with the floor
and therefore impossible
to address, or separate
from inevitability

I was laying on my side
which was all I was allowed to do
I was so pleased
by this limitation
but couldn't figure out
why

my mom dreamed
she was trying to get all these wasps off of me
but couldn't figure out
why
no one else saw them