Anatomy of a Moth

Your hand on my thigh
after a glass of white wine

and I wish that I, too, could live
	without lungs. We seek spaces

in our bodies soft and dark;
	we emerge with crooked wings.

For you I will be translucent.
Hold me up to the light. 


Taylor Hamann Los holds an MLIS from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and is an MFA student at Lindenwood University. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in CLOVES LiteraryEVOKESplit Rock Review, and Rust + Moth, among others. She lives with her husband and two cats in Wisconsin. You can find her on Twitter (@taylorhamannlos) or at