Advice For the Moth

I detest the moth.

The butterfly’s ugly stepsister

Harassing my lampshade 

with an unmistakable

Thwap-thwap-thwap

But why (to address the moth directly),

Do you choose my nightstand as your

Temple of Apollo?

Every night I witness the epic pilgrimage

to your fifteen watts of salvation

Your tiny, furry head knows

That the back of my hand

Never fails to whisk you away

Into nocturnal oblivion

I dream that the moth escapes the confines of my room

And reaches the divine sun with a mighty

THWAP

But tonight I’ll turn off my lamp,

And dream the same for myself.