You love yourself like you love your home
With faith and trust
That the bugs outside
Will not make it inside
Through those screened windows
And your pale shingled rooftop.

And the similarity is
Finding that first
Little moth
That snuck its way in,
Beating its wings
Against your cheek
As you sleep.

You are that home
And with the first sight of evil,
The inevitable evil,
You recoil
For it is something that you never expected
In a place so safe.


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