Insecticide
The moth guarantees its death by
going
jack
crazy
in the bedroom of a sleepy
guest with a towel and a
full head of irritation.
Whap!
Moth’s fault?
Moth being moth.
But a sleeper must sleep.
Think about that the next time you
go
flapping
at
the
light all Don Quixote,
raising hackles in the wrong company.
From the collection Fields of Satchmo
Photo by MJV
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