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Butterfly Breakfast
~ Butterfly Breakfast ~
As we watch butterflies
flutter towards the August sun,
it's easy to imagine their wings
turned into toast. Bodies browned
to small sausages.
Our hunger aroused,
we get undressed,
have each other for breakfast,
the most important meal of the day.
We have fishflies
They land on the anywhere and die, transparent withered wings and bodies. Hmmmm... ~A~