Moth Pit
I would like to forget you
then remember – a moth goes up
through the concert battered by music
a little strip of paper
the confetti falls and I hear it scream
This is where all the other moths
have been! Why are you all so flattened out?
Why are you off in the other direction?
Toward the tangled bed of people? Toward
the crowd down there with the nectary center
of their palms raised up like flowers? Can’t
they see that human hands are not for
landing? Their hands are for clenching and
unclenching around newness, until newness
is crushed, until the insides and outsides
of a thing are the same!



Excellent analogy. Beautifully done.
I’ll send you my moth denouement in a personal.
It’s unrelated.
But it involves moths.
Beautiful imagery!