To the bugs climbing the flowers in my childhood bedroom

Written by Molly Knox
Art by Ksenia Chernaya


Where are you now? Corkscrew
Gymnastic feats between thirsty petals, leaves
On that old chest. I thought of you
Last Saturday. As the moth, I hurried out my door
Tortured and devoid of bulb. PJ warrior pushed you, furrowed you through
Rumble of night.
Do you build homes behind my posters? Burrowed
Deeper than dunts, dents. Pencil markings under wallpaper- Do you
admire the dust, or tuck
yourselves in my old blue drawer? I bet it’s worthwhile. Cozy.