dreams

 You are everything and nothing all at once

the world sits in a circling buzzing circle

and we stand together watching confused flustered circles

The people are the ants and we are the eaters

I’d probably love you if I could

we are always throwing ourselves at the people we can’t have

looking to slurp up unsuspecting souls

I like the taste of yours

sweet like summer blackberries

but tart like the ones picked a little too soon.