133. Mosquito

133.

MOSQUITO

This heat has me thinking 

about summers when I was a girl, 

when we lived at the lake.

Some nights it was too hot to sleep, 

no A/C or window fans, 

house open all day, brothers 

and dogs running through. 

That's how the mosquitos got in. 

Little flying vampires attacking,

nighttime slumber impossible,  

constantly whining round my head. 

I'd cover myself with a sheet,

then couldn't breathe 

so out I'd come, only to have 

the mosquito dive bomb me again. 

I tried to ignore the high-pitched singing

but being bitten was worse. 

Such guzzling! Such gorging! 

That tiny winged warrior left a lumpy

red itch that ruined any chance of sleep.

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