Butterfly
I will never see Mexico.
I’m staying with you.
The planet’s warmer today,
And when I look away
The hare hares. The empty
Galaxy of his good eye
Overflows with talons.
See me. I am one
More flower.
Mexico is barely an hour
South by airplane.
I’ll stay.
How would you ever breathe your last breath
Without these little wings of our death?
