The Mothman Prophecies
the flickering glow from my flashlight
on a large moth resting on the back door,
its wine red eyes
calmly set on mine,
when that suspension bridge collapsed in West Virginia
i was shaken awake
my sister pried my eyelids open
she whispered to me,
a house is much more interesting when you peer in
from the window, even if you have a key.
Point Pleasant is a long ride from Lakeland.
all i’ve got is a broken flashlight
and this moth
the only creature that has decided to unlock the door
and step in.