If you don’t know
by now
you’re trapped in animal glory
you need to look at the ants.

That’s what I heard her say.
She could have been talking
about something else altogether.

But I went outside and looked
at some ants.
I thought about my animal glory.
I watched the ants.

I said, look here,
I don’t know what you’re getting at.
Ants are ants.
Little robot bugs.
They line up every day
and march off like toy soldiers
to bring the bacon home
for the mega mama.
Isn’t that about it?

It’s charming, but what does it
have to do with me?
All I wanted to know was,
what’s for dinner?

She smiled me up a bit.
Well, I’m glad you’re home.