Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

Without sleep no dreams
but daydreams
thoughts that trail off
faraway
threads to past and future
or fantasies
combined mental images
mostly circling some rut
or other
groove we're stuck in
for now or good

the searing drone
of a dive-bombing mosquito
I don't even see
where it is feeding
on my blood now
slap!
slap!!
this is war
this is the struggle
between man and beast
this is the animal level
pure material existence
not
dream vagueness
but clearly drawn lines
of physical surfaces (skin)
bodies in space
and my thoughts hinge
on potential attack
every second I dare
to sit here on the sofa
and listen out for that
searing drone
that heralds the next attack

what we do for poetry
risk physical discomfort
mental unease
awkward situations
partner wrath
relationship ruin
sex destruction
asociality
alarm terror
sleeplessness
dream disturbance
and now
mosquito bombing

damn it escaped again
got to go now
y'all 3.15s
chasing the fly-by-night
see ya tomorrow
who knows how

Vienna