The mosquito bit me again yesterday.

I scratched the bite until it bled.

And then the bleeding kept me up half the night.

This morning I remember why I used the mosquito net

to keep from getting bit.

Why I covered myself with repellent

So it’s not attracted to me.

Let it believe I am a grouchy, bitter, old bitch,

caught up in past memories of being bitten.

Let it think what it wants,

As long as it doesn’t make me bleed again.