feckless butterfly   flight that stuttered orange   is the new black   a dead monarch on the sand its   wings pressed flat by the unabridged tide   the dictionary of water from anemone   to zebra fish I said to you pointing   that's him that's the bastard   the one who's tiny hands fluttered   and the flutter became the headwinds   the tornados au poivre the chaos   the hurricanes that tore apart our shore   and I have butterflies in my   stomach in the twitch of my eyes, the itch   in my arms to fly the downlegs   the doglegs to visit the…