I lay awake studying
the behavior of a moth.
How it got its kicks from
getting close to that light
and then reeling back
all over the place.
High as a goddam kite.

But always returning
once more promising
itself this time
would be the last.

Gradually the laboratory
of my mind decided
it would look better
with green eyes.
Or would be more
powerful when allied
to other insects with
similar interest in this light.

Maybe if they combined
wealth they could build
a bridge to the sun or
even better fly out
to Times Square.
Then they’d be sorted.

But then I killed it
because it had begun to annoy me.