Moth in a Fancy Cardigan

Moth in a Fancy Cardigan — page 7
wide open and hungry for happy laughing children skipping and hurling themselves into the school’s empty math-testing spell checking finger-pointing belly Swarms of us are swallowed at the ring of the nine-am bell digested and spat out again at the burp of three-thirty For them And there it rings The buzzing throngs throw themselves as one through the doors and down the long hall It’s feeding time Not for me though No Nope I stay on this side of the gate this side behind the tree right here on the park bench I put down my bag and settle in I take off my scarf and fold it carefully and I put it on my lap and stay right here On this side of the gate This side As though the bell never happened in the first place La-la-la-la-la My life I’m nine and I’m a gray moth And I mean an actual gray moth not metaphorically that I’m a dull barely there sort of kid lurking in shadowy corners hold on wait Maybe I mean that too Yeah that’s me I’m Gary Gary Gray Moth Good to meet you 12