A pupa is a seed
a sleeping sky
a flower freed
a butterfly
a mariposa resting
on a reed
what grade was that
on my knees
what looks like
I’m pushing out
dead skin from
within or it’s
a thin winding
sheet I weave
around myself
a thread of cum
dries and I melt
back inside back to
the three original
chemical functions
that can take any
form they want
but choose to be
this butterfly.
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