I read the number one cause of death (worldwide) isn't
toxic waste, cancer, noxious smoke--secondhand or
but mosquitoes. And it's only the females who strike!
the meek will inherit the earth--but in the meantime
finish last. So maybe, Ms. Mosquito, I'll learn one or two
from you. For instance, why should I wait for Mr. Right
for him to decide if we're dating or not, for the death of
per his Let's just be friends? Maybe I should withdraw
pleasure indiscriminately, take a bite out of life, brand
with my lips--grasp le petit mort by the throat when I can
ROBIN TETTENHORST is from the Columbus, Ohio area. Her poetry has recently appeared in Mocha Memoirs and is forthcoming in The Kaleidoscope Review, among others. This is her first appearance in The Adirondack Review.