poem: moth mouth

i do not care;
my mouth
is made

of moths.

they have
no mouths,
no tongues,

no teeth.

i could not
cocoon
my lips
if i tried.

i do not care!

why do they
will me
to speak.

my moth mouth,

moth balls
empty closets
fur coats.

i do not care.
they cannot eat.i cannot.

i cannot eat
any more
poetry.

i flutter
around

the light,

but i am
never warm.

moth mouth
girl, what
are you doing?

you care.
you care.

my mouth,
cocoons.

mari jagt, 2017.

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