The End of the Day
       

The ant moves across the counter and I move as well
so that my husband can't see there's an ant in the kitchen

lean back and cup my hand over it as casually as possible
trapping the insect under my palm. My husband asks me

about my day, about what I did with the kids,
notices I haven't vacuumed. I make small talk

while the ant squirms against my skin, runs around and around
inside the cage my hand makes, searching for some way out

I just can't give that man one more thing to complain about,
not today.

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