Dog Sized Ants

This is the second time
dog sized ants
Have come.
They touch my face
with their antennae
transmitting
a series of
songs.
Waitaminute you.
that’s Dwight Twilley’s
Sincerely
with your ant prayers
thrown in for words.
Dog sized ants
are insistent,
“We come back
and come back
until you sing
These sings.”
Ant prayers.
My prayers.
Hour prayer.
Were you looking
through my set list
of imagined persecutions?
These ant songs are
not about work
they’re about prayers.
A joke about a prayer
is my latest offering
to the top seven
hit parade
of teeth grinding
exchanges with being.
“We are making ourselves
known to the part of you
that doesn’t want to know
who you are.”
It’s dog sized ants
interrupting the signal
on long distance
sunflower conversations.
They promise to stay
and hum dread plagiarisms
into the hesitant pores
of my skin
until we are me.