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woke with a mouth full of moths
nose stuffed with a suicide squad
revenge for extermination
of those I'd pinned to a board
driven through, sprayed

planting of butterfly weed
too little, too late

woke from my nightmare with a scream
I could breathe!
my room, my lungs, sweet O2
a Luna moth landed delicately on my lips
the air a fog of Lepidoptera