Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Bedbug


Dreams bubble out your lips—
a-hunting you go—
            plip, plip, plip…
I pull blankets, groan and itch,
scrawny bitch.

In dream, what your tongue gets at,
strong as your breath
Scrat, scrat, scrat…
Your powdered self makes me wheeze.
There’ve been fleas.

Dreaming, you begin to bark,
fearsome, feral—
            quark, quark, quark…
You are midnight’s burping duck—
I wake—the fuck?

You stir, feeling sticky,
give an earthquake:
            ricky, ricky, ricky…
Next time, our bug will have her crate.
This time, too late.

2 comments:

  1. SO satisfying, the sounds here.

    "Dreaming, you begin to bark,
    fearsome, feral—
    quark, quark, quark…"

    Howdy Bella the dog!

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  2. Ditto the comment on the satisfying sounds.

    Thank you, too, very much for the phrase, "midnight's barking duck." Made me laugh out loud.

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