i love it here in iowa. i am finding this to be a place of many trees. this is the place they gather these days, and why not? and many mosquitoes.
you can feel the mosquitoes looming, you know they are there, waiting, breathlessly. your skin waits in anticipation, on guard.
and then the fireflies. i don’t even have words for the fireflies. it’s all about the fireflies in iowa, but nobody talks about them. i can’t tell if they are taboo or forbidden. if you mention a firefly in this town … well, it’s best not to.