Larissa Andrusyshyn: A Poem

Larissa Andrusyshyn

No one suspects the scaly-winged pick pocket.

Night, dark with insect patter, proboscis—
a mouth like a straw that unfolds
into the eyes of sleeping birds.

The moth is turning a wound inside out,
release in the orchid and tree bark.
Stomach contents: grief and disaster.

In the dark forests of Madagascar
a transient in imago;
this Lepidoptera hunts the lacrimal.

Imagine the dry eyes of sparrows,
the slender-billed flufftail, the cuckoo,
all waking with a  sadness they can’t shake.

from Proof (DC Books, 2015). Reproduced by permission of the author.