Pinned
Twenty six paper butterflies
One real
All pinned in place.
Fifty four wings.
One body
Empty paper wings without eyes
Without antennae
Without mouths
or hearts
or softly breathing lungs.
We see the beauty in her flashing wings
The glitter of her scales
But not the parts that live.
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Reminds me of being in an outdoor supply store when my kid was 2. She looked at all the taxidermied animals and said “They not turn on again.” It was an immediate understanding of death, and she was just able to speak.