The Outcome

ants conquering a colony of sugar
soldiers with laced boots and hot rifles
cold in my blanket
sweat making a pudding with my skin
salt and ginger in my tea
vodka in the communion cup
there is no light in this tunnel
like a log of wood, waiting to be planked
it is poison that I feed on as love
I will remember all of you in my next life.

Younglan Talyoung