Mosquitos
At my loneliest, I know I can rely on the mosquitoes.
I can go on the back porch in the summer evening
when the sun thins and feel them brushing
on my sweat-glazed skin, eager proboscises
tasting my forearms, behind my knees,
the taut skin around my ankles.
After dark, I can go lie in my bed alone
and still feel the hot tingle of their pink kisses.
Devon Neal (he/him) is a Kentucky-based poet whose work has appeared in many publications, including HAD, Stanchion, Livina Press, The Storms, and The Bombay Lit Mag, and has been nominated for Best of the Net. He currently lives in Bardstown, KY with his wife and three children.
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