April 2, 2010 § Leave a comment

At the first bi-annual insect
rodeo and fashion show,
I glided through the carnival
tent clutching taxidermied
butterflies pinned
under glass. Parents
tugged jaw-dropped
children’s wrists. Fly
wranglers whipped dark
stares. Even
vendors selling salted crickets
in popcorn bags or scorpions
fossilized in hard sugar
scowled. The exoskeletal dressmakers’
jaws grew mantis tensed.

During the fireworks that night,
moths bumped softly
against fairground lights
slowly frying themselves.

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