I should never have trusted
that I would transcend
my small and panting mass
in a feeble grasp at the universe.
Everything up until now
came thoughtlessly –
parasitic – given the sheer
number of mosquitoes
in the world. I imagine Mary
in comic waders, in a swamp.
I contemplate survival a moment
because, I know, la
vie est ailleurs.
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