Worker Ant #134889 Will Have His Revenge

Glass glows slick
with sweat

pane of crystallized
fire

slash the air
in a thin line
of
inferno
condensed
in two dimensions

skin sizzles
and flesh rises
to meet mercury’s level

the radio plays
summer songs
I scream hymns
for winter

as the car wheel
kisses the inside
of my thighs

Somewhere
all the ants
I burned to death
with my magnifying glass
are laughing at me

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