Bedbug

One night, in the mattress beneath

I met a bedbug

that crawled on me

Her name was familiar

and her bite tangy

but she was as polite

as a bedbug could be

nine times she called out my name

nine times she broke my skin

until I couldn’t sleep anymore

until I threw her out the door

but soon the mattress grew lonesome

with no company to keep

and I thought of my friend

who helped me sleep.

 

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