mosquito

I may or may not surrender myself to a life eaten alive by mosquitos/

in a sunny place, somewhere, where there is grass to rest my body on

laying still thinking about what was and what is

what could or could never be

wondering, in my lost and found.

mosquitos love my blood

it is full-favored

and I’m generous

i let them suck the life out of me,

knowing that they too will be sucked up by something.

i am generous with my blood

but if i am not in the mood to be eaten alive

i can vibrate on a frequency that signals

STAY THE FUCK AWAY

yet

when i do, i go home and look for places that ive been bitten

and feel disappointed, untouched.

i love a good itch and a good touch,

on a spot that only a curious lover

or a mosquito can find.

those spots.

where a bump settles and acid build ups

and inflames my skin.

protection to ensure that my healing is secure.

because healing is good.