The Escape

September 18th, 2025

Campeche, Mexico

8:09 am

I just attempted to squish

a mosquito

noticed in Eliza’s bedroom

visible against her walls of Chikoom

(or however you spell it)

& landed my aim

precisely clapping the bug

mid air

only to open my grip

& have her, the mosquito,

fly quickly unsquooshed

down the little shadowed hall

to Eliza’s open bath