summer lifespans

How long is the life of a mosquito?

A common Northern goer seeking blood?

You ask me, laying skin on your camp cot,

weaving a friendship bracelet in a haste.

For me, you knot in brown strands like hair

you braided from my head,

from when we didn’t suck at us.

Your answer: four to seven days max.

Like a sucker I reach for your wings.

Hot pink strains weave into the buzz.

I spin you in my fingers like a child.

And so, I count my fingers — 5 more days.

I’m already packing, but still blood

fills your lips, letting the string tie around my ankle.

We will drink ourselves dry for four to seven days,

Then commonly we’ll die.