bugs


stipple dot stipple
bug bites love bites insecticide kiss
grope and press the sores like buttons
rash rash rash move
screen your comments
leave the window open

the mosquitoes were breeding
in the clefts of the tire
playground
still-water resurrection
that summer
they cordoned it off and
tore it down

don’t pick at it
it’s just a memory.

just the right vein
of conversation
thicker things
blood like honey

honey, for christ’s sake, stop picking at it

he expected me to just drop
to my knees
right there
beneath the florescent light
i was fourteen
with constellations
on my arms and legs

too much wandering in the woods at night

hey girlie, you lost?

don’t forget to turn off the porch light

it attracts bugs.

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