Metastasis: Worry-Moth

yours is not the majestic Gypsy the Codling    Luna    Wax or grander Atlas with the appetite of a plague     entire fields succumbing to them    whole generations of bees    this is the unseen    closeted    unassuming gray that seeks out last winter’s cloth    another season    drawn to the body’s scent    what was its heat    to consume early    that scant much of you    fragile    lace-like the constellate    erasures    of the coat it makes for you to wear