Lepidoptera
In my backwood rot one thousand moths: owl, browntail, rosy maple, aortic, earworm, antler. Negligees in the morning look like windshield-stricken insects or dead fairies when your brakelights fly off trees out here. In me rot the opposites of blue and luminous, a mostly white poem about a bedspread. The words I chose I found in the treenware bowl by… Read more →