sometimes at night
i attempt understanding
of the desires and needs
of those of lesser means
than i

and i lie there
as it buzzes around my head
i try to ignore it
but it permeates all
close eyes
breathe more heavily
creep snail-like
into the embrace of cool sheets

until finally
in a rage
the light is switched on
all illusion of equal chance gone
i do not care for his
life or his ways
as i attempt to assassinate
the rogue mosquito