The executive wanted her larvae so I purchased the artificial diet
There was a gourmet guy selling vac-paks – no molting in the mouth
I acquiesced to the cubicle I salivated for mulberry leaves
Lemon yellow & lungless I breathed through small holes
Chewed on Instagrammed instar memories
Oh – happy moth memories
Today in captivity I stare at pixels
Come visit my thorax come sleep in a roomier skin
We’ve lost the ability to fly
A spinning black – a production cycle
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Melissa Eleftherion is a writer, a librarian, and a visual artist. She is the author of field guide to autobiography (The Operating System, 2018), & nine chapbooks, including the forthcoming trauma suture (above/ground press, 2020). Born & raised in Brooklyn, Melissa now lives in Mendocino County where she manages the Ukiah Library, teaches creative writing, & curates the LOBA Reading Series. Recent work is available at www.apoetlibrarian.wordpress.com.
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