by
K.P. Fagan
I was only a small boy
waiting for the movie to start
Swinging my feet in cool theater twilight
When my brother told me that the Raisinettes
Mother had purchased for me at the drugstore
were really Raisin-ants
-chocolate covered ants
In terror, I dropped the box onto the sticky, inky floor
expecting it to immediately burst apart with millions of furious, biting insects
who would swarm my seat and devour me in a billion tiny stings
But the box stayed dead, no ants emerged
and my brother smiled, pleased as punch that his trick worked
Then the lights went down and the movie began and I forgot all about them
Today I will not touch a box of raisins
Not because I fear it contains ant or ant-byproducts
I just don't like raisins.
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