I followed you from Chinatown.

As you wandered through the streets,

I tried to see the method to your madness,

But no pattern emerged,

Only a thought of a cat that saunters,

Chasing a firefly or a June bug.

I'm chasing you.

I don't want to admit it,

And maybe I'd really hate to catch you,

But I wandered through the night right behind you,

And find myself in the morning light,

Standing on top of the hill just outside of town.

I've lost sight of you,

But I look down to see

My bare feet and up just over my ankles

Covered in chigger bites.

-jenn