Moth

Failure

Sometimes pearshaped


women meltdown


Onto concrete


Splashing sun and


sidewalk insects


Down by these feet


Sometimes puddles


terrify me


As they gaze up


Scrap of paper


floating crumpled


I can't pick up


Goodbye





No one's ever gonna


find out from this


shut mouth


Just be sure to keep


these eyes closed


they can read those





Sometimes people use


their sound holes


Pointed at me


Rusty winds groaning


down alleys


Blow right pas me


Sometimes pipes


creaking inside here


Know me too well


Flesh and steel I had


carved up


For a farewell


Too late





I'll never wish for it


but now it grows inside


just like a moth