Bandaid: A Collection Of Poems

Mosquito bites

Mosquito bites upon my legs
I counted fifteen
From laying in the grass at night
Trying to be seen
By the giant glowing eye
that hides behind the clouds
I go there when I need some rest and when my thoughts are loud
Itchy bumps upon my skin
Form a constellation
I trace the big dipper as
my frown becomes a grin