The Russian Bed Bug Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I just was going to write
a few words
when suddenly the desire
left me.
It was replaced
by my need
to snuggle
in bed and read more of
Mayakovsky.
I have not felt this Russian
in so long
that just reading him
in my native tongue
made it twist
like inside a woman.
It brought forth
long forgotten memories.
I can't wait to read Klop!
Now here's a word!
Klop!
It really describes what it is.
Klop!
Klop!
I can feel it tiptoe
between the sheet
and my skin.
Thoughts of Kafka
invade my alpha state.
Ouch! Oyve! Oy!
I feel its bite
jump out of bed
and scream in Russian
at the top of my lungs,
Oy Oy KLOP!