Fire Ants

what a weak theory I have built for myself

the daily hurricane in the refrigerator

not yet condensed

the ziploc of fire ants

my tendency to trill

warmth against the door

I built such a life out of life, its doctored complications

I made this

these shapes of thin cheeks

I made the tropics into a thin circular theorem

but with a hand in their pincers

I’m starting to connect allergens

to form a pyramid