well make me a strawberry morning milkshake.

Today it was dark
when I woke in a satisfied haze
with blue fog around my bed -

mosquito tracks about my veins,
my right arm itching dread

I shook it from my head,
I want to say,

but the truth is
I bristled, being woken at the witching hour
and set a trap for it
of my own exposed flesh,

and dreamed about clapping
its unsuspecting, greedy body
and getting my own blood back.

Making her pay
for poking her spiny nose under my blanket
and taking,

but isn’t that
quite a sign of the times.

I could not fall back asleep,
and she got away with it.

Some things are for devouring,
I guess,
my right arm among em.