Unwelcome Guests

Dear Mosquitoes in my room,

I don't know how you found a way into my room in Brooklyn. I was under the impression that with the screen and the glass in the windows that there were no holes with which you could enter. I was also under the impression that you had been through for the season after the exceptionally cold few days a few weeks back.

I now know that this is wrong.

You have infiltrated my room somehow.

So to my unwelcome guests I tell you this: Fuck you. I hate you mosquitoes in my room. I hate you.

I will destroy you.

Yours,

Dru D. Johnston