Moths have mistaken
my hotel room for the moon,
a fat-free buffet, a fluorescent
fetish. Brushing wings beneath
the casino overhang they mate
with mere light particles, rise
like space travelers, time unravelers,
gatherers of glow. I hope they find
what they’re looking for.
Ariel Kusby is currently an undergraduate at UCLA where she studies creative writing and fine art. She is the founder of the literary arts publication Nothing New, which is released every full moon. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Chaparral, East Jasmine Review, The Riveter Review, Westwind, and Matchbox Magazine.