Senseless bug! Dragon-disguised! Hidden by
Day, at night, wraith-wise! Feeling dejected,
Just as moth clutches bare leg in mistake,
Scream I did, almost fainted away! My mind,
Of course, slew back and forth, on how my skin felt,
When moth alit! I must admit. ‘Bout peed my pants,
Requisite, but, yet, days have been long since I
Wrote this.

Senseless god! Epitome-derived! Hidden by
Night, during day, sun—wise! Feeling defective,
Just a moth, clinging on a bare leg, wide awake,
Scream I will, fading away. Of course, my mind
Skews forth and back, making my skin feel awash
With moths! Sigh; guess I’ll admit, I’m getting old,
Delicately skinned, but, yet, thicker -folded than
When I wrote this.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 7/19/13