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Helicopters like mosquitos, like small
Fires in the sky.
Every young person has their head
Slightly below the clouds
At the constant drone that
Drowns the singing,
The poetry of the grass,
Wrinkling smooth necks.
Blue beetles in their hardshells
Scatter like daisies, like molded
Cobalt over notes of wood and
Vermouth. The distress of these
Blossoms is fragrant,
A motif in a song no one wishes
To sing. And safe in beds or
Locked for exposure, you
Can’t help but remember
Something you’ve never lived,
Which is the terror of those mosquitos
Descending upon you in your
Own home, creating dust
Out of grass and murdering children.