Drying out with ones I hate

BY EDDY JORDAN

Fished a moth presumably
Miller out the coffee pot presumably
dead.

Again, no
talent for judging life.

Everything learning to walk is Bambi except for people.

I hate moths and hate them more when they’re dying in front of me.
So stunting. So honestly dying. The gall.

drank the coffee
of course i drank the coffee
boringly. To myself.
I wouldn’t write the poem if I didn’t drink
The Mothra Jus
Wouldn’t submit the poem if I didn’t drink
The Mothra Jus
And there’s flavor in being misunderstood
Pollinators.
So, yes, down.

Burned my feet on the fire escape
Where it dried out
in a bad way
something awful uncomfortably.

Then life again
more than caffeinated
only so poisoned

More places to moth.
coffee pots tonight

Eddy Jordan is an actor and writer from Longmont. His poems have been featured in GASHER Journal, Punk Drunk Press, Heavy Feather Review, Thirteen Myna birds, and Timber Journal.