What’s left behind Is sometimes worse Than the taking I’ve gotten over The ick factor If flying mamas Need a dab of Blood for eggs Their lives Short and unfair Go for it Bite me You deserve it Live as long as u can Idc The lineage of Proboscis Soaks the rays Ok That’s kinda cool Actually DNA joining all Sorts of creatures In mothership bods Traveling through An even larger Cultural bod(ies) Hey yeah I know Diseases are passed Yes yes I know It’s a drag When a lack of Imagination Invites tiny welts But I’ll itch you In a distracted way And shove off But like I said Earlier It’s a passive act Of sustaining some Kind of life When the bites We leave behind Take 1000+ years To dismantle
Copyright © 2018 by Nikki Wallschlaeger. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 5, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.
“It was the middle of summer and the mosquitoes were in full swing. There's nothing you can do about it really; they have a right as much as anyone else. Though I'm not a fan of getting bit, it's the females that need the blood for their eggs. As a mothering body myself, it's the least I can do, and understanding the relationship between humans and mosquitoes in this way tends to make the itching less annoying."