ANT STOMPING

Ant Stomping

Me,

Three years old or so

Ant stomping. They moved across the pavement like,

Poured like water from the

Fissure,

Like an

Oil slick

On a bird.

Ant stomping.

Me,

Three.

Feet pound down,

Flail 'round the

Pool of them,

Make

Skid marks with their

Broken bodies.

Three.

Ant stomping.

Never noticed,

Didn't see until,

Couldn't tell,

Wouldn't know until

They'd reached my

Face.

Covered me.

Up legs.

Over body.

Finally,

I screamed.