Metastasis: Worry-Moth
BY CLAUDIA EMERSON
yours is not the majestic Gypsy
the Codling Luna Wax or grander
Atlas with the appetite
of a plague entire fields
succumbing to them whole
generations of bees this is
the unseen closeted unassuming
gray that seeks out last winter's
cloth another season drawn
to the body's scent what was
its heat to consume early that scant
much of you fragile lace-like
the constellate erasures of the coat
it makes for you to wear
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