Tagged: mosquito 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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birdwatching in our

two a.m. in the

two a.m. in the
morning, christmas eve or day – it’s
all a blur, lying

awake in the dark, high sixties,
three mosquito bites in winter
.
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between comforter

between comforter
and fitted sheets, you sneaky
bloodsucker – taking

latitude with the ripest,
juiciest parts of my sleep
.
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the body launches

the body launches
into tomorrow and never
for once looks back.
the mind fidgets with
purpose, extending long
fingers into those lost
hours, marking an X
with a thumbnail
on the moments
that still itch
.
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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
.
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three mosquito bites

three mosquito bites
into a summer’s night, i’m
cranking up the air

conditioning to hide beneath
the comforter – i can’t breathe
.
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with twenty-three mosquito

with twenty-three mosquito
bites this weekend, there are
so many itches from which to
choose. i am lying in bed,
awake again, contemplating
which is the sweeter
.
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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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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
.
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