PoemsSarah Gambito Sarah Gambito The moths come to burn as they please. Nettling at my window. The dumb garden of them. Pressed exclusively against the glass. To be unheld + unknown. Floored by yourself. Every single time. return to SHAMPOO 31Post navigationPrevious Post Previous post: Christoph Girard – Three PoemsNext Post Next post: Sarah E. Rehmer – 2 PoemsYou might also like Alli Warren – 2 Poems Pickering Jack Kimball – Creep