Moth Poem (2004)


A moth swallows

the lump in my throat

and lets out a burp

then smiles

at my astonishment.

A cat licks

roughly on my hands

and purrs into my loneliness

as if it isn’t real.


A snake slides up the cuff

of my jeans hissing

into my pockets of woe

relishing the flicker                                                    

of his split tongue.



A mosquito suckles

the warm blood

in the cheek

of my understanding

as if time lives

only a bite away.


Blue beetles nibble at the hem

Of my best purple

Without a care

Without a care.