Nobody knows about the time
I once carved the shape of a butterfly
etched it onto my skin
right where thigh meets waist...
In the end,
reincarnation got it wrong.
It was a simple mistake
because I was always meant to be a butterfly
for this life
and all the lives before
and all the lives to come.
I wouldn't mind so much
if being a human meant
I could still fly and be free.
And drift from place to place.