Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Mosquito
I don't know why
a mosquito is buzzing
around my eye.
It remembers each word
I have ever said
and I hear
all of them back
and it asks for more.
I answer with a smile.
I have to watch myself now.
The mosquito wants my blood
as reward for its sad life.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Stephenville,10/21/07
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