Watching an ant cart away a mosquito.
I watched them fight,
I rooted for the ant.
I don’t know why.
they’re both villains to my state of being.
But I rooted for the ant,
and I will not mourn the mosquito with her zebra stripes.
I watched Sister Ant,
wondering briefly if it matter to her that she had occupied my thoughts.
The enemy of my enemy,
What a silly interpretation,
of the table next to my laptop.