Here is my echo of the style of the poem "Turtle" by Kay Ryan:
'Skeeter
Who would be a ‘skeeter who could help it?
A whiz-buzz on the wind, risking a slap.
She takes leave of sense, mindless missile locked on
your bright breath’s beacon; answer to her longing.
Zoom - she’s on you, mad dashing to hot blood.
No plan for retirement, no thought for tomorrow;
only tonight, and those infuriating screens.
Hounded by citronella and DEET, she
dodges light and smoke for just one meal.
Nothing lost, nothing gained, she only wants
one blind chance to kiss the back of your knee
(skin love for the the sweetest spot).
In exchange, her gift to you -
the unavoidable mindfulness
of irrepressible itch.
-Andromeda Jazmon 2016
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Tricia Stohr-Hunt
Sara Lewis Holmes
Kelly Fineman
Liz Garton Scanlon
Tanita S. Davis
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Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference
(I don't have any photos of mosquitos, so I have to use some of my mosquito-repellent plants. Citronella for the win!)