Ilya Kaminsky (2010)
16.
Yet I am. I exists. I has
a body,
when I see
my wife's slender boyish legs
the roof
of my mouth goes dry.
She takes my toe
in her mouth
Bites lightly.
How do we live on earth, Mosquito?
If I could hear
you what would you say?
Your answer, Mosquito!
Above all, beware
of sadness
on earth, we can do
—can't we—
what we want.
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