Baby Moths

Poem Inspired by image from the series by Tom Craft titled

“And I too will pass, for everything must go somewhere”

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Baby moths with baby wings

Live on her bones

And spill into mine

The groove in my back where the moth falls to sleep

Like the ledge of her hip where the bird creates a home

My body sinks deeper into the dirt,

Melting into the roots of the pear tree

Who compliments my knees with the sweetness of her fruit

Her arms like branches shade me from

Her mother,

Whose fingers like honey rest on my neck,

Seeping through the fabric of my shirt and dripping thick onto my legs.