Metastasis: Worry-Moth

yours is not the majestic    Gypsy

the Codling    Luna    Wax    or grander

Atlas    with the appetite

of a plague     entire fields

succumbing to them    whole

generations of bees    this is

the unseen    closeted    unassuming

gray that seeks out last winter’s

cloth    another season    drawn

to the body’s scent    what was

its heat    to consume early    that scant

much of you    fragile    lace-like

the constellate    erasures    of the coat

it makes for you to wear