In my mind
there is a mosquito bite.
It itches when I least expect it and
gets sore at my too rough
touch.
It teases me with
its scabby face,
and bleeds when I think it is finally
healed.
When it is gone, I forget
where it was,
No matter how inflamed it was
or how many midnight minutes it kept me from sleep.
Because now there is another
Bite
that drives me crazy
with itching,
And its even bigger than the last.
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