I won’t let
them succeed
I’ll get them
before they get me, you’ll see.
Bell
Environmental said they’re all dead
I wonder if
it’s true
Feel them crawling
around in my hair
They say
they’re all dead
But they’re still
there in my head
Can’t get a
grip
I hire
Pestrol instead.
Their dog also
confirms, there’s no more bed bugs alive
Perhaps an
egg survives beneath the rug
I’m loath to
tear up
Movie-theatre
style carpet
Wall to wall,
an unusual pattern
Two-toned
green vines crawl between five circles
Each circle containing
a fleurs de lis
One in each
corner, eighteen inches between the four
Nine inches
to the center fleurs de lis
One in the
center
Four fleurs de lis in each corner
Repeated endlessly
Light and
dark golds, rust orange leaves, dark vibrant green,
A Kelly and
lime green vine floats between the circles
I sit here
dreaming of surfing the Internet
with my new steamy
bed partner
A hand held
Haan steamer
I feel them;
they scuttle across my neck, crawl behind my ears
The better to
sting me inject me with their venom,
Creep through
my hair, I dare not turn my head
I dare not
fall asleep
My steamy new
bed partner lies silent beside me waiting to be put to use.
The Internet said
98 percent of the human race
has tiny hair mites we can’t see
has tiny hair mites we can’t see
I’m sure I
feel them jumping up there in my hair somewhere
It’s very
scary
“What should
I do? Should I rip up the wall-to-wall rug?”
Joey says,
“If it makes you feel better mom, it’s ok, throw out the rug.”
“What about
the furniture? Should I throw that out too?”
“Only if it
makes you feel better Mom.
If it makes you feel safer, throw it out.”
If it makes you feel safer, throw it out.”
“But you
don’t think there’s any of them left?”
“No Mom, but
that’s me. You had two dogs in here last week.
You can’t hire a dog every single week to check for bedbugs.
You can’t hire a dog every single week to check for bedbugs.
“It’s ok Mom,
throw out everything you want if it makes you feel better.”
He pats me tenderly on the shoulder. Insane sanity.
His crazy mother’s really gone off the deep end this time,
gripping sanity tightly in her fist, then splat, she’s gone.
He pats me tenderly on the shoulder. Insane sanity.
His crazy mother’s really gone off the deep end this time,
gripping sanity tightly in her fist, then splat, she’s gone.
Diatomaceous
earth sprinkled throughout the house
Sprinkled in
drawer corners and around the edges
Use a
business card to push the powder into the cracks,
Sprinkled
between the rug and walls
Sprinkled
where the old baseboard was torn up
Sprinkled
beneath the bed
Sprinkled on
top of the head board
Sprinkle soft
white powder into a take out plastic container
place each leg of the bedframe separately
into a container of its own diatomaceous earth
place each leg of the bedframe separately
into a container of its own diatomaceous earth
Sprinkled in
a bag of shoes
Diatomaceous
earth slices and dices
dehydrates insects who steps through the soft white
deceptive powder sprinkled liberally everywhere
dehydrates insects who steps through the soft white
deceptive powder sprinkled liberally everywhere
Dreaming of
new tiles and a clean pinkish swirl beige porcelain floor
I’m sure a
porcelain floor will make me feel safe
Don’t rain on
my bedbug parade
