All those bites

those mosquito kisses,

they feel so good,

the blood loss and the blinding light.

That choir singing!

All of it.

and I just don’t want to go to sleep just yet,

I cant get over how good those bites actually feel,

bathed in orange,

which is your favorite, for now.

My swollen feet; your favorite color.

the vampires, for now.

So ubiquitous, and unassuming

those parasites for now

so much so that both they require emphasis in italics.

it all does.

You’re living it,

that constant twinge in my shoulder,

that constant twinge, in orange, in wine,

per se,

sincerely ,

your neighbor.

Both of them pulling like a guitar chord when you’re trying to sleep,

drifting away like a a good sunset,

drifting away in orange…

However we choose to adjust to for inflation ,

and despite our lack of context or forethought,

it’s a near perfect example of taxonomy,

a near perfect example of what an apex predator should look like,

and however still I remain whilst in the trees,

I still swim pretty well,

and despite the tempest,

I still swim pretty well.