Reach down to scratch
Swollen chigger bites
That pulse and scream
Like ambulance sirens
On her little white legs.
She’d donned her brightest sundress
To dance in the wheat field
Just like the women
She’d seen smiling
On television commercials.
Blood trickles as she scrapes
The irritation and the shame,
But her teeth,
Shine between two tiny rosy lips
For now she knows she is
Like a little drop of blood,
You slide over bare arms,
Leaving the faintest tingly trace.
People let you crawl
All over their walls and skin,
Amused by your sassy polka-dot shell.
You pride yourself in popularity,
Finding amusement in breaking attachments
With the slightest flutter of your wings,
But would you still be so beloved
Without your pretty little name?