“You can’t tame a butterfly.”

But if you snare her in a net,
keep her secure in a glass jar,
soak her in rubbing alcohol
and pin her down
atop black velvet;
Then you will have her
as a prize on your wall,
beside the mounted heads
of buffalo, bear, and moose.
What a man you will be;
Chasing down beauty
and dragging her off, dead.

Men like you;
The butterfly's pelvis
should be a perfect fit.

narrative poem written on 03-26-2011 by: on mattkane.com
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