bug zapper

Hailey Berk

string me up out back

where the crabgrass shudders

and bugs flow in rivers

to my cobalt beacon

 

no skin sits

atop my cheese wire frame

only currents juddering

an arrhythmic hymn

 

a bloodsucker never knew

my song of seize

but oh, pretty moth, follow

my lantern lit

 

through chittering night

offer wing to tithe

but find my heart

inhospitable to soft body