#crypticqueen

I placed lines of sugar water on my porch  You, the butterfly Came for a drink. For around a  year, you visited every morning And lingered inside the house for hours. It started off good– I would even call it great But one day, everything turned right-side-up And soon I’d never know what to do  Next after sex. I already memorized how you inhale from your chest. We became an eclipse that never fully lapsed. And sure enough, One day I decided to put out salt water on my porch. When you came for your routine drink I looked at you, the moth. You saw me peering from my window. You flew away And I became ok with knowing that I’d never see you, in any form, again

i. I knew it was the last time When you closed the door after I Walked off your porch. ii. I lingered too see if you’d Watch me watching you through your window. iii. You didn’t. iv. I stood there— Outside your house— Staring, Like I was lost. v. It was my home too— Not just your house, But you. vi. You were my home too. vii. Now I’m homeless.

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Adornment and ornament

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