I once went a week without eating
then a week without moving
bowels
It was a juice cleanse
or some fad
that was more fashion statement
By the end I had lost seventeen pounds
and slept for days.
The sweet smells of my clammy night sweats
had attracted a legion of bed bugs,
parading their military might across my near-corpse.
I hear folks tell tales of bed bugs like nightmares
like a plague on their house
like the death of their firstborn
I know how it happens though
and you have to be pretty gross.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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