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BzzzzzzzzzzzZZZzzz My Mosquito By Kevork K. Kalayjian, Jr. I woke up afterwards Naked on the beach, There was a swelling In the very bottom of my belly Lost in the pubic hair. "It's not a dormant clitoris." The doctor said, "You don't need a sex change operation, It's only a mosquito bite." Ever since by birth My mosquito has been with me Wherever and whenever I am, From the dingiest restaurants to the most decorous bedrooms. Just because you don't see her now It doesn't mean that she is not around. When she is not right above my forehead She is usually fighting other mosquitoes Trying to get near me. My mosquito is the reason why I resort to write in short lines, You see, my insect needs my attention, Thus diminishing my capacity of concentration, I am forced to curtail my expressions So that while looking up and around I wouldn't miss an inscription. All my scientific inventions Were very close to, albeit Always fell short of perfection, My theories seemed comprehensive, yet I had to allow for exceptions. I wouldn't be surprised if My mosquito works for The KGB, the CIA, or the MOSSAD, Even the Spanish Inquisition! Because I know she is there Yet, I can only prove it By unsubstantiated depictions. I used to strive to get her By sudden moves in the air, And abrupt claps over my head When I was a Portuguese dancer. Then I tried the avoidance technique By doing the break dance On the intersections of New York City streets, For a Genocide Survivor This was amazing Nothing could free me from her penetrating proboscides. I still find the swelling of her sting, And I feel the pain after I've been stung, But, never! she is caught in the act. Speaking about 'the act', I have yet to experience One of the most intimate acts Without worrying About her bite. Can you imagine? When expected to get on with the action Having to say, "Wait a minute, First, I have to take care if this bug!" Not only it is utterly annoying But on the most solemn occasions This unwelcomed intrusion Forces one to the conclusion That devotion is only a delusion. Ladies and gentlemen My Mosquito! You cannot catch what you cannot let go! Kevork Kalayjian is a decendent of refugees from the town of Kilis, in the Cilician region of Armenia. An accountant by profession, he likes to paint and write. His next project is to collect the names of 100 volunteer Armenian-American families who would like to resettle in Armenia and jump-start a new way of work and life there. Some of his poems have been published in Armenian media such as "Ararat" and at www.poetry.com.