We wandered through the fields,
stumbled upon the most cottage-core scene
ever. A mattress in a field of flowers,
but imagine the dampness
in the morning.
Even worse, imagine all the ticks
that would comatose my system.
My parents took me for a blood test
immediately after my first tick bite,
I remember taking the little pills
every day for three months.
Now I practise gratitude every single day
and go to the doctor every time
after I see ticks crowning around my body.
Reads like a rebuttal to all that idyllic art of the 18th century. Nicely done.