“Weligama Mama” & “Closure” by Abigail Wender (poetry, ’08)

Two poems by Abigail Wender (poetry, ’08) appear in disquieting muses quarterly:

 

Weligama Mama

 

O my children, the ant has a boulder in its mouth.
White, pale Weligama ant rushes with a chunk of potato chip
That fell yesterday from fingers or mouths or laps.

It can’t wait to put it into its ant nest.

 

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