8/05/24 Butter Fly

as caterpillars munch at the porch broom

and maggots devour the trash

your face visibly shadows.

beetles eye you through rent sockets.

in their ruptured gazes, they find nothing you could have done to deserve this.

what you then desired has no bearing, and what you wish for now never did

when the children and the elderly come crawling home, do you know what you’ll say?

More works