Discomfiture of therapy

How do you feel about your body?

Thorn cage, tiny wisps of
disfigurement. This is how the earth
was born: the acrid whiff
of things/ still / unnamed. Look
in the mirror - what is that creature
wavering like heat off pavement
in July. Some questions
are no more answerable than
the puzzle of [how].

Some moths may never learn to fly

Author's Note

2021