Mosquito Annoyance

Hunters in green and orange. Monarch butterflies' wings swarming sinking swamp. Choices. The Jack of Spades' recurring roles. Wrapped dingy in candy wrapper and tamale paper. Spades are warning cards but this man is not as powerful or detrimental as the King. He's a mosquito annoyance. No infection. There were thirty-seven deer. In a clearing. The scope of it all was majestic but made me wince and hurt my belly. I remember views from my front window. Adorned in small flowers with textured curtains. I would pull them back when I heard someone approaching. All the cleaning I had done! Tired of pulling cards and deciphering numbers. I wanted the four aces. Everything I did was predictable. The ace of spades and it's killing floor. I don't want to be your friend. Only your nerves and blood. My heart is a grape jelly crepe, unfolded flat against his plate. I miss the aesthetic of my bookshelf and all its conjure.