why are you biting me?

i stare at the red

welt on

my leg and wonder

why

do the bugs want to bite

us?

mosquitos, bed bugs,

spiders.

an assortment of tiny

crawling

things.

what pleasure

or nourishment

are they getting out

of sinking

their teeth, if they

have teeth,

into our soft skin,

leaving behind

a red

hill that itches.

what's the point?

is it is the salt, the sugar,

the sweat,

that makes them bite us,

over

and over again, only

to be swatted

with the Sunday times,

having their lives

abruptly end.