Gnat seen
rubbed to a booger
black
On my itching calf near the ankle
as close as we come to skeletal and still alive:
a bucket of blood
“I hope it was tasty.”
I’m writing my new book,
“How to lose a client.”
In it I reveal all my secrets.
Insulting. Demeaning. Belittling.
Killing, metaphorically speaking.
Calling into question
intelligence and the native common sense bestowed
...well, not on gnats. Who might know better than to bite
and hang on
around blood species with long arms that end in fingers,
laced with a rich array of sensors.
The book has everything:
Conflict. Raised voices. “How dare you” common
as horseweed.
Buy a copy I beg you.