If I die and there is a heaven
And it is eternal pleasure,
Is it pleasure at all,
Or would I be trapped in a stagnant good,
For eternity,
Withering,
A moth at a lightbulb for an endless night,
Like the one where I thought the mirror might flip,
And Megan slept near me,
Separated by pillows,
As if objects can separate two bodies,
But I don’t know
Better than that,
Like the moths that circle again and again,
Wondering when their small sun will open up,
And give new eyes,
Like I circle around some dusty memory,
Of you
On the floor,
My cracks are molting in their larval conclusion,
Gripping my hand faded toward the sun,
With the imaginary confidence,
Of me feeling new lips,
And right now,
The damn is broken
Coming back and hoping with my rigid wings,
That I will find something new,
A prize to hold on too,
But if I don’t
Then I am a moth,
Fluttering
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