Poetry

I Follow Your Route

24 March 2020

Can you stay
I want to tell you

A moth in the sink is
Not a broccoli
Otherwise I’d pick it up
And place it on the bench
It’s a moth in the sink
A living moth
Now the tap water runs
Like a waterfall
Straightforward, forceful
Now the moth is wet —
Flapping its wings, but
Not drowned
Now the water turns hot —
The hottest the heater can get
Now the moth is gone
Flushed down the sink

 


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