today
while smoking a cigarette
   I saw a butterfly
dead on the sidewalk

it was neither gruesome or disturbing
    in fact
it was almost peaceful in a way
   just nature at its end

I wish I was a butterfly
    transformed
from wretchedness
into something beautiful

    to you:to me

the attraction is anything but
      physical

it eats like hell
for a solid week
   sleeps for the next three
emerges
   arrives
evolved
   into the sky

life is now at its most poignant pinnacle
beautiful
    tende
        vulnerable
    utterly free
no longer even bound by gravity
     I bet that’s a ******* trip
but
      there’s always a but
irreversibly limited to a handful of days

I wish I was a butterfly
alive for a month of this ****
and then beautifully
    quietly
lie down on a sidewalk
and die.