My Liver and my Blood and my Mouth

There is a moth

It’s in your house

It was born of your mirrors’ mimicry-

By the way you glared at your symmetry.

And as red eyes stared back quite timidly,

There was a pop

A champagne moth

 

There is a moth

It’s in your house

Wing-dust strewn thickly on your bed

Tells tales of it gliding overhead

And as you dream, caked and so near death

You lie and rot

With thirsty moths

 

There is a moth

It’s in my house

And my liver and my blood and my mouth

Though I’ll rid myself of you: there is a doubt

That I will say

That I forgot

There was a moth.

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