to be bitten by a mosquito in March
is unbelievable, isn’t it
undeserved night waking
bathing alcohol cream special
it’s swollen and itchy
how do you fall asleep
you go outside and look at the moon
in the dark you take pictures of it
you imperceptibly forget you get carried away
and for a moment it stresses you
a new bite but you don’t seem to care
the moon photo is worth it
and the new bite
is on the other hand
for balance
of belated ignoring
my hands two white storks
with pink spots
on the Annunciation