malarial mosquitos
& leptospi rats
no wonder i’m dying
of whatever
& what
living like boo radley
but w/out
ma or pa
existential existence
between
bed & bar.
my cousin hangs food
on the hinges
of the door
to feed me
though i refuse
to answer the phone.
it’s a real-life
leptospira
soap-opera
a mini-stroke
malarial
melodrama