just a short one

There is a moth that has taken residence in the bathroom and toilet. It is the colour of cherry and likes to hang around doors. It just sits silently and watches. I do not know what it eats or where it goes when it isn't around (if it is ever not around...) and I do not know where it came from.

All I know is that I see it when I am naked, it is alive and it doesn't fear close contact with a naked creature a thousand times its size.

Unlike a spider behind the towels I discovered one day, this moth won't be squished into mush. It was a mercy killing of sorts for that spider.

"Why?" it said. Not afraid or pleading, just sincerely curious.

"It is better then the embarrassment of scaring someone naked and having them squawk at you until you come to the same sad end as now, by the same shoe. Go in peace, my arachnid voyeur-friend."

WHAM! WHAM!

No, this moth won't be so squished. When I don't see it anymore I will a little sad, despite the perverted nature of the bug.

Speaking of nudity, today while I squatted (bend at the knees; your back is not a crane!) to lower a boxed chair to the ground something between my legs ripped. At first, I thought it was my slacks. Thought I was doomed to spend hours walking the floors with ripped pants. A quick grope revealed it wasn't my pants, but rather my boxers underneath.

Not so bad.

- G

throw caution to the wind
as a butterfly on its wings
to find a blooming flower
or a captivated being
to share a single moment
and all that we're seeing