Outside my window
a confusion of fireflies
chips away the night,
yellow gloam flecked
over unruly grass.
A wolf spider curls
around his solitary death,
lacework of legs
turning brittle on the sill.
A mosquito needles
my sweatslick skin for
the blood meal, enough
to hatch a brood more.
I do not feel it. I sit alone
inside the lightless house.