we were gone just a few days
but when we turned on the lights
the moths bounced from ceiling to wall
like a drunk their flight was staggered
vacuum and ESPN magazine in hand
i went in for the capture or kill
sporadic movements made it hard to predict
but soon i learned the habits
i alternated between darkness and light
with my iphone flashlight i stalked
waiting for them to settle in the blackness of night
the florescent rays caused chaos and confusion
fifty or more dead, i laid to rest
until another bugger landed on my neck
hands swung at the unseen pest
my anger swelling to a boiling point
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