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.