I know I should find a place for you

A little stylostome where you sit and chew

You’ll die by autumn I say verily

And break a tiny branch in my family tree

I’ve got chiggers

The Cairo is such a shady place to go

Wired all night on sand and snow

I hold my body up in the ladies’ room

And hope the primal itch will be over soon

I’ve got chiggers