A third welt now appearing whitely in my tender forearm—commonplace, what place could be more common than this? In a welter of limbs, my blood is lifted into flight. In a welter of arms, the mosquito recruits a donor. She turns the iron and protein into eggs and lays them on the face of the water. Unwell, or unwelcome, I mill about in shadow. I mail my Valentines to nobody. Leave my bloody tracks in the snow, a trail of swatted mosquitoes.
Cameron Morse is Senior Reviews editor at Harbor Review and the author of eight collections of poetry. His first collection, Fall Risk, won Glass Lyre Press’s 2018 Best Book Award. His latest is The Thing Is (Briar Creek Press, 2021).
Guest Editor Katelyn Roth graduated from Pittsburg State University with her Master’s in poetry. Her work has previously appeared online at Silver Birch Press and at Heartland: Poems of Love, Resistance, and Solidarity. Currently, she lives, works, and writes in Kansas City.