Bitten

The scars of the mosiquitos were tiny dancers or my sweat soaked skin
I thought that I would scratch them, to subdue them to take a bow
But it was best to appreciate all of their leprechaun frappés et chassés.

I really wish that you had not come home so early that day – I had on a green shirt.

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