Mary Moore We can't open enough doors and windows
We can't open enough doors and windows
to let out the moths that glimmer toward
the light off our foreheads chests and below
so we wear hoodies veils and burkas, hide
the glow we can't keep them away from
because like little beige stars or atoms
they live inside the closets chairs and sofa, sashay
to and fro like breath but shining and humming
tunes we can't hear but know about from poems.
Sometimes we've minded too many
rules so our bodies go dim
then we shirk our clothes and lie faintly on
the couch and fondle till we glow again.