she caught a nasty bug in her mouth
it fought and flittered
buzzed and bit
bile scraped her tongue
that twisted between tooth and torn wings
she opened her mouth and spat out a butterfly
half wingless legless feelers bent in forever
her tongue bled beautiful colors
unable to color words such unspeakable colors
oh bitter tongue be quiet in your quest
to be better than to be best to fit
nestled in a mouth full of love
that has words full of peace of acceptance
as well as angst that gets caught between teeth
oh my sister breathing in cross-breathed air
how could you not know we all bleed blue
before air knows blood’s name
before wing stains eyeteeth
colors of wants that can never could never
be as beautiful as spat wings
fresh from a fierce God’s mouth
who do we blame sister
butterfly or beautiful death
©Carol Desjarlais 8.7.20
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