Sad Mosquito

︎︎︎︎︎ Coleman Bomar

︎ July 23, 2023

Nothing personal.
You taste as good as anyone,
and I want to live.
Palms crush our small skeletons.
The blood you see
is from whoever-previous-meal.
People forget
whose blood is on their hands.
Most of us live three weeks.
I want to be a concert pianist.
I fuck my wife.
She is a mosquito, too.

Coleman Bomar is a writer from Middle Tennessee. His writing has been featured in Forever Magazine, Elizabeth Ellen's Hobart, HAD, XRAY, Expat, Maudlin House, and more. He has a small senryu pamphlet forthcoming from Gob Pile Press in the fall.

Also by Coleman: Untitled