Flor

A Poem by Alexandra

Mosquitos are scattered across my body: one on my knee, another on my wrist, and one on my neck. Pulling the nectar, do they know I'm bitter? No conversation can indulge this mind or make me more complacent. My brain spins on thin ice, easily shattered by interjection of ignorance and lack of selflessness. When I eat dinner, my mind wanders to vacant parking lots of you and me in the back of a 2004 Saturn. When I go to sleep with strangers, my mind carves another tally mark to my body count. There is no return to my old ways. I am resurrected everyday by the essence of a lotus: resilience. We wake up on opposite sides of the bed in two different households, I love you. No, I love the idea of you. I want this to be better, but all I do is overcompensate for your lack of replies and fake intrigue. This was never a reality and my sanguine fluids are not nutritious enough to feed these mosquitos. They''ll die by tomorrow.