My wife sympathizes completely and sends kind regards to you for composing a poem for you, her, and all the people more ravaged by mosquitoes than others.
They are also attracted by the CO2 in our exhalation. Maybe buy a block of dry ice and leave it several yards away so they will forget about you. Or if it gets really bad, maybe hold your breath. Sometimes life requires tough choices: do I get bitten by mosquitoes or do I breathe?
My wife is largely immune to mosquitoes while my daughter and I are largely mosquito magnets… we used to live on the Houston Gulf coast. I do not miss seeing the clouds of mosquitoes rising at dusk.
You always attract them because they wanna be your Indian blood brothers. And it's so hard to be rid of them when they decide to be pretendian skeeters....hanging around the rez, bugging us...they won't even leave if you swear at them, swing at them, smudge them out... Kreh! So annoying! LOL.
is this the entrance to another Kaiser Chiefs tune? It must be so rewarding to saturate yourself with mosquito bites. It's as though their presence attracts your body's sweet spots. I know a fellow who resides in Colorado Springs who had a bird encounter. He seemed to entrance the pheasant on the park bench. He kept on landing on his open hand multiple times. Maybe in another life, the bird and the human were connected by ancient seas.
To say that the little flying phlebotomists like my B+ tonic; found out that I’m allergic to their anticoagulants. In the Boy Scouts we hiked to Mosquito Lake, up in the Cascade Mountains, where I was bitten from my head to my toes, literally! I passed out on the trail back down the mountain, and a friend came back to find me.
I got home and spent hours in the company of anti-histamine, camomile lotion, and some other guckus too. I stay inside and if I go outside I have to spray, wear long pants and sleeves, and I’ve got to burn citronella candles with an anti mosquito smoky thing a majig.
To Be of Use was the name of a book of Marge Piercy poems. She wrote protest poems in the 60s and 70s. How our perspective has changed. I don't think the rich would find any use for me, a talkative old woman who believes rules don't apply to her. They would send me straight to a concentration camp. No wonder I'm so BLUE!
This is an incredible poem. It never ceases to amaze me how you can mine the experience of growing up on the Spokane Indian Reservation for poem after poem, never repeating yourself, and always expressing deep love, pain and humor. But this one is amazing., using the vile mosquito as a vehicle.
A young woman in Cambodia whom I've been supporting for years is now a wife and mother; her baby, 10 months old, has dengue fever. It's mosquitos who have convinced me there is no omnipotent God - only Mother Earth in her indiscriminate support of life.
I have mountain biked for over 2 decades with my good friend, Paul. I have always been faster which means I have to wait for him at the top of climbs. Skeeters love me, always have but they have no interest in Paul. I will be whacking away while waiting for him. He arrives and the blood suckers ignore him as if he was not a walking, talking blood bag. Long time friendship has it's costs. ;-)
My wife sympathizes completely and sends kind regards to you for composing a poem for you, her, and all the people more ravaged by mosquitoes than others.
They are also attracted by the CO2 in our exhalation. Maybe buy a block of dry ice and leave it several yards away so they will forget about you. Or if it gets really bad, maybe hold your breath. Sometimes life requires tough choices: do I get bitten by mosquitoes or do I breathe?
My wife is largely immune to mosquitoes while my daughter and I are largely mosquito magnets… we used to live on the Houston Gulf coast. I do not miss seeing the clouds of mosquitoes rising at dusk.
Me or themmmmmm gosh!
You always attract them because they wanna be your Indian blood brothers. And it's so hard to be rid of them when they decide to be pretendian skeeters....hanging around the rez, bugging us...they won't even leave if you swear at them, swing at them, smudge them out... Kreh! So annoying! LOL.
Mosquitos used to love me and then they stopped. I don't know what changed. But this is not a breakup I croon a mournful song over.
is this the entrance to another Kaiser Chiefs tune? It must be so rewarding to saturate yourself with mosquito bites. It's as though their presence attracts your body's sweet spots. I know a fellow who resides in Colorado Springs who had a bird encounter. He seemed to entrance the pheasant on the park bench. He kept on landing on his open hand multiple times. Maybe in another life, the bird and the human were connected by ancient seas.
I very much relate to this
To say that the little flying phlebotomists like my B+ tonic; found out that I’m allergic to their anticoagulants. In the Boy Scouts we hiked to Mosquito Lake, up in the Cascade Mountains, where I was bitten from my head to my toes, literally! I passed out on the trail back down the mountain, and a friend came back to find me.
I got home and spent hours in the company of anti-histamine, camomile lotion, and some other guckus too. I stay inside and if I go outside I have to spray, wear long pants and sleeves, and I’ve got to burn citronella candles with an anti mosquito smoky thing a majig.
Love the poem but not the notes
lol, reading this as I’ve aggressively itching 5 bites around each of my ankles. Solidarity 😭
To Be of Use was the name of a book of Marge Piercy poems. She wrote protest poems in the 60s and 70s. How our perspective has changed. I don't think the rich would find any use for me, a talkative old woman who believes rules don't apply to her. They would send me straight to a concentration camp. No wonder I'm so BLUE!
This is an incredible poem. It never ceases to amaze me how you can mine the experience of growing up on the Spokane Indian Reservation for poem after poem, never repeating yourself, and always expressing deep love, pain and humor. But this one is amazing., using the vile mosquito as a vehicle.
A young woman in Cambodia whom I've been supporting for years is now a wife and mother; her baby, 10 months old, has dengue fever. It's mosquitos who have convinced me there is no omnipotent God - only Mother Earth in her indiscriminate support of life.
Mosquitos love me too. But I think you have anothr impersonator sending DMs again.
Made me smile.
😃
I have mountain biked for over 2 decades with my good friend, Paul. I have always been faster which means I have to wait for him at the top of climbs. Skeeters love me, always have but they have no interest in Paul. I will be whacking away while waiting for him. He arrives and the blood suckers ignore him as if he was not a walking, talking blood bag. Long time friendship has it's costs. ;-)