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  • At night, my mother sang to me a lullaby about the grapefruit tree and the moon
    while the mosquitos, how they adored us, with petals of blood.

    (from Petals of Blood by Peter Duong)

    Ode to a sucking Mosquito

    You appeared from nowhere & shamelessly
    without reservations
    snuggled into my naked body.

    You sensed my indifference
    so you applied your hungry mouth to me
    without guilt or humiliation
    while you drained me.
    Finally, I drifted off to sleep.

    This morning when I awoke you were gone
    I searched for you but to no avail
    but the sheets bore witness to last night's events.

    My body bears faint marks
    of your enthusiastic ravishing
    making it all the more difficult to forget you.

    Tonight I’ll lay awake restless in case you come again.
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