Who are you?
Where do you come from?
How do you find me so quickly, and
why do I interest you so much?
All I wanted was to watch the sun go down.
I put something on
that I hoped would dissuade you.
You hover anyway.
You like my black jeans.
You keep settling on them.
Why?
You can't possibly reach through the fabric.
What makes you think skin
is on the other side?
What makes you think?
You are all thin:
legs, wings, nose/mouth/tongue.
I can hardly see you;
you are a hazy smudge,
a smoke-mote.
If you were not in motion,
you'd be easy to kill.
You're never not in motion.
I crash my hand against
where I think you are.
I pull my stinging hand away,
my unsmudged hand away.
I can't see you--
I hate you more unseen.
I can totally relate!! I hate those nasty things myself, but without them, there would not be any fly control, frogs would not be too happy, and the repellent companies like Raid and Off! (which, by the way, does NOT keep them off!) would not be able to collect profits off of our stupidity in beleiving that these things will work!! I hate them, but in a weird sort of way, it would not be summer in St. Louis, let alone anywhere, without these pesky blood-sucking creatures.
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Posted by: sharon-nicole at September 9, 2002 10:59 PMoh that was good i just hate mosquitos my home has lots of them! 15+!
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