the mozzies

i don't like the mosquitoes
don't like the way they bite
my feet and shins and hands and neck

i especially hate the ones
who get inside our sleeping net
and dive-bomb me in the night

sometimes we turn on the light
and stand on the mattress
and smash them bloody on our palms

most nights we're ok
but i know there's one in here tonight
waiting, waiting for my flesh

byron has a special name
for the ones that invade our cozy space
but i can't print it here