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Two wandering across the porcelain
Siberia, one alone on the window sill,
four across the ceiling's senseless field
of pale yellow, one negotiating folds
in a towel: tiny, bronze-colored antennae
"strongly elbowed," crawling over Antony
and Cleopatra, face down, unsurprised,
one dead in the mountainous bar of soap.
Sub-family Formicinae (a single
segment behind the thorax), the sickle
moons of their abdomens, one trapped in bubbles
(I soak in the tub); with no clear purpose
they come in by the baseboard, do not bite,