alicia40 reviews1 followerFollowFollowApril 4, 2009Can I concentrate, can ILet my eyes and mind settleOn the papery bug That had settled on the woodKnob of the canvasGarden chairIn my friend's backyard, that isSo early humming with bees, and isSupposed to be relaxing -The moth has to be thinking.Its moth-face frowns.The hair feelers, black-tipped , stand level.It jumps and flies and I haveNo words to describe its pin-jag track. It flies away from the knob and back,My fuzzy likeness,My brother, seizing me with melancholy -I'm on edge, it could be the coffeeAnd not enough sleep, Could be the sense of all I cannot seeAnd cannot feel, and will die without learning. "