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Moth Collectors

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 When our moggy brings in moths, she squeaks
through the kitchen, tips between her teeth,

and scoots upstairs to scuff under the bed.
If we find these blow-ins they’re usually dead though a number dust the floor with tatty wings or unfurl from sheets like pencil shavings, furry woodcuts, a lime-green surprise – still tremulous, and slight enough to fly.
We hold our fluttery palms to the window, weigh each one’s chances and let go – though tonight you pinch up slivers of moonlight, and creatures whirr from room to room like sooty sparks, or tightly sprung toys glancing our low-lit angle poise.
We lie in almost solid heat; these hours you turn with fists and feet and cup my hand against your side to feel the shape, the quiver of a beating heel.


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