ANT HOUSE

The ants came in a hundred at a time.
They crawled through a cracked wall
and in through my ears.
I can feel the folds of what used to be my brain falling,
being reconstructed to accommodate their tunnels.
They have built a kingdom there,
and sometimes I don’t want to see you
because the part of me that needed you
got eaten away.

I tried to poison them out,
to kill them before the damage got to be too much,
but they stayed and I just ruined myself.
I can’t fight the devils anymore
and I wonder if I should surrender my body to them;
maybe my soul is real
and maybe its not.