I watched a mosquito land between my eyes
and plunge its sucker into my brow
a sharp pang spread over my face
where my field of vision had been

as it sucked my blood, every
corner of me screamed to move from
the stillness I had been resting in
like a rock

I felt so proud I
let another one fly halfway up my
nose, but by the time a third
announced itself in my ear

my attachment to not-mosquitos
became perfectly clear
and I became content again
in an air-conditioned room

perhaps some day, free
of such preferences
when the next one lands, instead:
ahhh, what a feast!

 

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