15 May 2010


When I was little I would touch butterfly and moth wings. The scales rubbing off color on your skin is a kind of magic. It destroys the animals ability to fly.

But it makes you look like glitter.

Moth 5/15

            - dust held
making a flap -

thing are continually damaged

            the gray ash lands
in a cup of water - flakes of salt
in oil

you touch them and they fall

            - scaled and thinning -
a network of lead without glass -

flint in the quick of bone

            flint in the quick

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