Tagged: bites

we were underneath

we were underneath
pear trees, filling up our bags
with fruit while i drew

the mosquitoes away, legs
swelling with bites, primed to be picked
.
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y

between comforter

between comforter
and fitted sheets, you sneaky
bloodsucker – taking

latitude with the ripest,
juiciest parts of my sleep
.
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y

the mosquito is in the

the mosquito is in the
bedroom, while i’m
out here
on the couch.
it’s no longer a
matter of breaking –
been there, done that
.
20150710:0055
y

i must be

i must be
ripening so
deliciously
not unlike
peaches on the
tree. you are
showing unusually
keen interest.
it’s a tense
situation –
mosquito: seven
me: one
.
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y

stories travel best

stories travel best
when they are
accompanied
by small bites
into tomorrow
.
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y

i sit for two

i sit for two
minutes in the
front yard,
and they
have found
the back of my
knees – two,
now three
bites, a
deliberate
unkindness
polished
across eternity
.
20110621:0837
y

i am being eaten

i am being eaten
alive by the mosquito
called time. its hairy
pulvillar pads lean in to
kiss Pythagoras’
hypotenuse. a bouquet
of bites into my
slumber, i am worn
down by its
unwavering balance
.
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y