Because of our breath, a troop of marching ants blows from the page. We did this together yet she doesn’t like my use of we, the presumption. Indeed the rude inclusion, the line

[zilla_one_half]I shouldn’t overstep. Black vertices, upturned
address you as you so as to center myself to
my steps toe to heel to toe, counting the lengths
, correct. And I have forgotten why ants

[zilla_one_half_last] horizon, partition marked as center. Now I
right and to follow the line comfortably I pace
I go to retrace myself back. You and I are not
in a line dispersed from a singular breath. [/zilla_one_half_last]