GOOD MORNING MIDNIGHT

I am a mosquito. I am born as an egg that hatches into a larva. (Mosquito people call larvae “wrigglers.”) Then I become a ­comma-shaped pupa, then I hatch, then my exoskeleton hardens, then I fly. If I am a male mosquito, I eat nectar. I am attracted to individual females by the sound of their wings—a nice wing sound makes me crazy for mosquito sex. But humans do not interest me, no matter what. I can get no nectar from humans, and I am not interested in blood. I live for one week, get laid, and die.

- Last year’s NYMag prose poem on mosquitoes