To The Mosquito Lurking in my Office

 i hope you try to suck

a potato thinking it’s human flesh

only fill yourself with starch

 

i hope you bite someone addicted to fast food

and get high cholesterol

from their blood

 

i hope you choke

on a scab

 

i hope you get closed

in my desk drawer

and starve to death

 

i hope you find the perfect mate,

fill with eggs,

and die in a desert before you find

a puddle to leave your awful offspring in.

***

(Guayaquil, Ecuador -- February, 2022)

Even as a strict vegan, I stand by this poem.