Poem 515

I like how this avoids using the word leech …

Bloodsucker

Look how every day climbs into the skin
of another
and starts again each morning black and thin
as a bootlace
                           by night a roly-poly thing
full of blood

how many times have you felt the weight
heavy as fat
                          in the evening
and wished you'd crushed it
when it first wiggled onto you
at dawn