Incest Poem 3. Dad And A Mosquito - Poem by babitha marina justin

Today morning
I saw a mosquito
burrow deep into
my father’s arm
drawing vials full
of sticky-red- blood
I fought my impulse
to swat-it-dead-flat
over bitter-coffee-skin
preferring our
hyphenated existence
I desisted from touch.

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