Flies

“Four hang…two cracked…one left…”

Fireflies

“…in front of the only house I’ve considered home
night strung fireflies, stars…”

Goodbye, Alaska

“…She falls on her knees to help him
smash the lid of his suitcase shut…”

My Mantis and Me

“…I leash a mantis to my big toe
like a toe tag on a cadaver in a morgue…”

Don’t Touch

“…When it lands on your shoulder,
flexes its wings, uncurls its tongue,
it’s origami come to life…”

Says the moth watching you read from outside the window

“You’re reading pages aged to the color of my wings…

…moonlight behind wispy, cirrus clouds…”

Crickets

“…On a clear summer night, the wind keyed
across the trees, rolling the leaves
like a tambourine…”