world's knife

I am a moth’s wing
transparent and thin
anxiously fluttering around
always seeking light
always seeking
but thin and transparent.

I have forgotten to eat soul pie
filled up on fake cake
so hungry for light.

I feel the side of the world’s knife
spreading me thin
until absorbed and unrecognizable
so thin
like a moth’s wing
seeking light.

(c) 2001 painting and poem by janean lesyk