Little moth, I’ve wanted you in my hands
So long, a tiny beating dirty thing.
I’ve been watching you flutter all along,
In and out of my vision, beating
Your delicate dusty brown wings.
I’ve longed for the brief frisson
of you trapped in my warm palms, a terrified,
living, beautiful thing. I’d let you loose through
My fingers with a smile, knowing you’d let me
Live this feathering smothering reaching feeling.
I’ve been clapping my hands too
Long around you, trying to follow
Your jagged, erratic, muddled flight.
Out of my sight now, out the window,
Before I catch you, smash you,
kill you for good!
