Tagged: mosquito
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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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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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
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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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inside me, you are
inside me, you are
poisonous,
a jilted
stinger –
so
unapologetic
.
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you still leave an itch
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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even a mosquito
even a mosquito
tires
of the same
blood
eventually, belly
full, appetite
relieved, giving
no further signs
of recognition,
desire
.
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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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