Don’t Write About the Moon

‘A moth, a nocturnal creature, finds its way in the dark.’

In her debut tanka novel, Makoto metamorphoses, craving a flight path, fluttering through open windows, turning back at closed doors. She rests for a moment on a comforting hand, only to escape as quickly as she’s caught. And in the darkest corners of this book-length sequence, she asks how much she should succumb to the light.