Sunday, March 17, 2013

A poem: Moth as a spirit

3/17 1:32pm

I killed a moth the other day
      not on purpose
swatting in the air
      took me over an hour to catch him
flap flap
      we met the night before
he tickled my arm
      I screamed
old coffee cup
      I trapped him
caught his leg
      he didn’t flap anymore :[

I think my spirit animal is a moth