having another episode of 'ant bites'
weird incidences that make no sense, only seem to happen to me.
in the range of alter and bizarre.
was wondering how and if to write about this
but i dont think things are accidental
when we do it is merely knowledge and circumstances, or actions we are not aware. might even be in the realm of what cannot be explained in this dimension
but
who goes for food on a sunday
in their home
and dishing out food, opening containers, and only realizing that a chicken dish cover is covered and teeming with ants
and once again, as my first ant bites in 2004, where i was insect poisoned by twenty three bites, and thinking it was merely the grass and plants that were pricking my legs at night, i was bit on my hands, three times, and never felt a thing until I started itching/scratching the invisible. soon enough the welts appeared
and this is after i threw the cover in the sink of water.
then the chicken piece I dish out was in fact, covered in ants at the bone. someone else with less eyesight would have missed it. just imagine stew chicken the same color of the ants. and my eyesight is bad eh, but in other ways, like laser.
who does this happen to ?
how does this happen?
why me and not the other two people in the house?
the ones who cooked the food?
why me??
now that I have eaten, moved the food, cleaned the ants, washed the dishes, I sit and think to write and remember last night too.
flying insects slamming into me. one was big enough that i thought someone passed and touched me somehow. no one was there.
then later on in the evening, sitting among friends, a flying ant, one of those that come out after rain, flew into my neck. i caught it but not before it bit me, to leave a welt. and my friend asks, 'what going on with you?" brent piper, a gentleman i know just incidentally, breaks out with his very truthful and poignant quip...why would they not come for her, her blood sweet and she not letting go that sweetness, so they must come...what is that saying? they digging it out?" at one moment, crass, another moment, I just had to laugh at how this man has only seen me twice yet, reading me like words on a page
so now i realize, between last night to just now. i am in another season of 'ant bites'/
smh/ what it is?!
WHEW.
deep sigh
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