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Moth Dust

By: Gina Tron


A corset around my throat binds my breathing. There are moths in my lungs eating my wool heart. I wanted to be a butterfly but how can I when I’m full of moths? A pile of dead moths has been filling my lungs for years,               white ash               clogging that jar               lodged in my chest. The dead ones dissipate               eventually but their descendents keep on                fluttering              murmuring              breeding and two moths can’t make a butterfly.             A maggot nibbling a lymph node;            he thinks he’s destined for orange and violet wings            but he’ll never even make a cocoon.


Gina Tron is the author of three books, including 'You're Fine' and 'Eggolio and Other Fables.' She has been published in publications like Green Mountains Review, Washington Post, VICE and Daily Beast. She has an MFA in Writing and Publishing from the Vermont College of Fine Arts and she writes true crime for Oxygen. Check out her work at ginatron.net “I have always been obsessed with, and sometimes identify with, moths. I think of them as the night-shift butterfly. They are complex, mysterious and sometimes creepy. During the summer nights, moths swarm to my window. I was looking at them while writing this poem. Emotionally, I wrote this from a place of fear. I've already had cancer once and beat it but there's always the worry that it could come back. My greatest fear is for it to come back in my lungs. While writing, I began associating disease with the dust of moths, filling up one's lungs.”

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