JEREMY R. RESNICK

I’ll never forget the moonlight that night

in Punta del Diablo, silvering the edges

of New Year’s revelers dancing past

the smug prows of beached fishing boats.

With whisky on rocks on a splintered table,

I surrendered finally to the mosquitos,

raised the white flag, let them have

at me. And you, so happy, so unbitten,

took my picture with your phone.