An open letter to the ants at my desk
You cannot live in my potted plant
No you cannot, you fucking ant
Nor underneath my laptop case
Or in my pillow's soft embrace
You cannot live in my windowsill
Or nestled in the fiery grill
You cannot live in my stash of tea
That space belongs to me you see
Do not move in to my drawer of clothes
Or the fluted vase with a single rose
You cannot live in my made up bed
Or in my paints of white and red
You cannot live in my bonsai tree
That shit belongs to me! To me!!
You cannot live in my kettle spout
Go fuck yourself and please get out