Ants

Ants crawled up,

the tiles and around

the shampoo bottles.

My hair rose in the water,

like ribbons tangled

and stretching.

I pretended they weren’t there,

that the little bodies

were just sparkles,

within the paint and tiles.

Like I was where I wanted to be.

Like when I was little

and dreamed of mermaids.

One would land on my toe,

quickly bringing me back

and I stared at

the moving dots.

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