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
.
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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

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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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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