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Recorded for Poem-a-Day, December 5, 2018.
About this Poem 

“It was the middle of summer and the mosquitoes were in full swing. There's nothing you can do about it really; they have a right as much as anyone else. Though I'm not a fan of getting bit, it's the females that need the blood for their eggs. As a mothering body myself, it's the least I can do, and understanding the relationship between humans and mosquitoes in this way tends to make the itching less annoying."
—Nikki Wallschlaeger

Mosquitoland

What’s left behind
Is sometimes worse
Than the taking
 
I’ve gotten over
The ick factor
 
If flying mamas
Need a dab of
Blood for eggs
 
Their lives
Short and unfair
Go for it
 
Bite me
You deserve it
 
Live as long as u can
Idc
 
The lineage of
Proboscis
Soaks the rays
 
Ok
That’s kinda cool
Actually
 
DNA joining all
Sorts of creatures
In mothership bods
 
Traveling through
An even larger
Cultural bod(ies)
 
Hey yeah I know
Diseases are passed
Yes yes I know
 
It’s a drag
When a lack of
Imagination
Invites tiny welts
 
But I’ll itch you
In a distracted way
And shove off
 
But like I said
Earlier 
 
It’s a passive act
Of sustaining some
Kind of life
 
When the bites
We leave behind
 
Take 1000+ years
To dismantle

Copyright © 2018 by Nikki Wallschlaeger. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 5, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

Copyright © 2018 by Nikki Wallschlaeger. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 5, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

Nikki Wallschlaeger

Nikki Wallschlaeger

Nikki Wallschlaeger is the author of the poetry collections Crawlspace (Bloof Books, 2017) and Houses (Horseless Press, 2015).