zzzzzzzzzooooooooommmmmmmmmm

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZooooooommmm
Where are you oh mosquito?
on the screen, on the light, on the skin
taking my blood,
giving me nights of unrest as I dig at the unsolvable
itch
zzzzzzz
oooooooooo
mmmmmmmm
blood
quiet, invisible, right up until they are smeared on the wall
little red dots
on the white bathroom wall
as the lake waits
for more.

Picture this

Wow,
speachless,
broken glass on my doorstep, only children
Highlights in the trees
keeping the sun at bay
But the heat is swealtering anyway.
The fall should come soon
as the quiet should descend with children in school
and the air balanced, with pine off the mountains
and weeping from the desert.
Tell me tell me where
is my childhood?