“How a Luna Moth Grows Up” is the first-place winner in our Rabbit Room Poetry Prism Contest! We’re so grateful to everyone who submitted and shared their work with us. We’ll be posting the winning poems here over the next few weeks. By Adam Whipple They, that is to say, the hospice nurses, say you stop eating in the end, which I guess makes sense, although that’s a zoologist’s measure by which luna moths are judged to be adults. With no mouths to speak of, late they rise somewhere between a...

by Adam Whipple The drug of comeuppance no longer satisfies me. I’ve tasted it too many times, mostly in movies, or in the rolling...