The Mosquito Bill
In a limp hairpin fold, in yesterday’s
mailbox sat the mosquito bill for
April/May. I admit I checked the neighbors’
because ours seemed so high. But, itemized,
the charges tallied: hoveration fee,
sonar fee, lunar fee, bite rights, discounts,
up to here no miscounts; retroactive
charges and interest accrued, buzzage.
“How did we use so much mosquito
buzzage, April Mae?” I asked at dinnertime.
Maybe some downed mosquito in distress?
“Mosquitoes can’t be wounded, only killed,”
she answered, but let’s crawl along the floor
tiles, listen at the backs of the warned robes.
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