in the back of Joanna's Volvo, she devours me -
she tells, her full mouth, that her specialty is geography
she's going in -
and biology. deep.
she wants no church to confess, her wet lips to mine is enough to tell / for this story:
encyclopedia before butterfly
the chrysalis dissolves
a moth, a mess
her mouth of silk.
a pretty place to fall apart -
Joanna says, between breaths not sure mine or hers:
she needs me to be one
I don't see her anymore. She transfers quickly thereafter.
Breathe, chrysalis breathe.
they spin but do not drop away
I think of her. inside, soft mass and waiting.
she never told me how they fight their way out -
what cuts through the thick?
she never told:
how they must feel, spread and magnificent, when they'd been ready to die
how cold and bright, the sudden belonging.