Moth

2020-03-28

dyspessa, dyspessa
you moth on the wall—
beneath my great fist
your brethren fall

dyspessa, dyspessa
you’re the one who is left
the rest of them killed
but you are my guest

dyspessa, dyspessa
fly off in the night
deliver this message
to her candlelight

dyspessa, dyspessa
arrive in your glory
don’t recite her a poem—
tell her a story

dyspessa, dyspessa
i alone now and
she alone too

“one night
me, you,
and my moth in one room.”