Moth-Hour – Claire Scott

moth-hour of midnight
wandering the empty

halls of my heart
with Red Label scotch

and Marlboro Lights
ashes drifting to the floor

a plate of cold rigatoni
with Ragu sauce

I feed it to the dog

friends text to be sure
I haven’t turned on the gas

knotted a noose, swallowed
a bottle of Clorox

in first grade
Mrs. Landon taught us

the world is round
the world is flat

people fall off

CCRubinlaire Scott is an award winning poet who has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize. Her work has been accepted by the Atlanta Review, Bellevue Literary Review, Enizagam and Healing Muse among others. Claire is the author of Waiting to be Called and the co-author of Unfolding in Light: A Sisters’ Journey in Photography and Poetry.