I’m a bit stuck at the moment,
between two states.
like slush puppy or
chrysalis.
being a caterpillar wasn’t working,
pretending I was a butterfly with stuck on wings.
feigning fatigue for fear of flying.
coming out at night, when it’s quiet, dark.
practicing my antennae gestures.
hiding my hunger for leaf,
my yearn for the lamp.
so I pupate,
and wait.
until I am reborn,
transformed.
a beautiful powdery goth,
a Moth.