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 graves
of the flight
from Egypt
or Mexico or
even Ohio
to watch
the rain
of silk
