I shared my CPAP mask with a sleeping moth tonight. I wondered what kept brushing against my face as I slept and in the end it woke me up. I wonder whether it enjoyed the air flow. Not sure what a CPAP is? Here's my post on that. Part of my body take pleasure in my death.
Perhaps it was Robin Blaser, just passing through. /because he wrote "the moth poems"
ReplyDeleteI love the title of this post, reminds me of "there's a ghost in my house" (mainly the fall cover)