As well confuse moths with mouths
as with these lips that chap to chrysalis.
Inside a milky saliva thickens.
At the end, no silky escape, but a storm:
Crack, a blood rain, and the mouths
stagger out. They stutter by day
and when they stop, purse themselves,
the rich silent type, unlike moths
which flutter by night and light open,
more generous relations,
willing to tell everyone.
by Diane Kendig
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I like this. Many interesting images.
reminds me of the gypsy moths….