Love, one-sided

Here’s that black thing

attacking my nose from

the air, trying to sit down

on my arm, hand, foot,

thigh, my food – particularly

my food

Loves me so much

it can’t and won’t 

leave me alone

And here I am with

nothing but murder

in my mind

But way too slow

for execution

– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2026)

Note
Once again nothing but the prosaic truth turned into poetry. This one-sided love story has been going on for four days now. Ever since this specimen flew in through an open door and simply refuses to leave.