This poem is part of a collection I'm working on, titled the No-See-Um Diaries. The collection is about things that bite... that which you cannot see, but certainly feel.
No-See-Ums
Delight in the bite
Feed in the dark
Tiny, painful
Bumps like constellations
I itch, reminisce
Can’t see-um, but feel-um
Like you
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