#me moth

Me, Moth by Amber McBride

Imagine being prepared to die

just to fly a few weeks in the sky

It’s like you are doing so good at living small

almost mastered reining in your ravenous joy

Then a boy with lava hair

& a poet mouth

swaggers in

Me (Moth) by Amber McBride

A story in verse is one that is hard to love, as so much goes unspoken. We don't actually know who the characters are-- in favor of knowing what the core of them is. I lacked the cultural touchstones to get some of the poems individually, but taken alongside the others, they still were able to get me to relate to the emotions going on.

The choreography is choppy water

Instead of wind blowing

through a field of wheat

or graveyard ancestors kissing cheeks.

The song choice is fork scrapped over granite

instead of

hands displacing soft dirt.

In my mind I dance over them, the (flawless

butterflies)

with my green snake hair.

I stomp them each out like cigarette butts &

stare all the