Death of the Moth by Annalee Fairley

Death of the Moth | Annalee Fairley

When I turn on the faucet, he cannot escape
this torrent, his wings vibrate, an eyelid dreaming
flight which can lift him only in the direction of
the water’s exit. How quiet is the panic of
this moth. He begs nothing from me, no mercy
even as the liquid pools around him, which shows
him the life of a dead leaf in autumn. 
A brown thing all wet and weighed down.

I want to be more than this bed I made.

About the Author:

Annalee is a queer poet that currently lives in Roanoke, VA. Over her writing career, her poetry has been published in Ink & Nebula, Apricity Magazine, The Black Fork Review, Hellbender Mag, and Chapter House Journal. She has been awarded the Gager Fellowship, Neill James Creative Writing Scholarship, and the Betty Killebrew Literary Award for her poetry and fiction. She currently works as a librarian.