Mosquito
I saw a mosquito die today.
Not by human hand; I didn’t
kill it—merely watched as it
fluttered erratically and during
its downward spiral
into the floor I gave it a name
and we shared history.
You came out and asked
about dinner—ignoring
the bloodied corpse in
the middle of
our conversation.
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