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The Butterflies

A ball of electric shock
fills my solar plexus
anxiety knocks out my breath

my diaphragm crinkles
under the pressure
Nervous energy –
tap tap tap

Excitement tickles my belly
Shiny object
Shiny person
Shiny moment

Catch those fucking butterflies
in a net – take them to Mexico
where they can lie on the white-hot
sand under the white
hot sun and calm down a bit

Take the finger out of the levee.
Dig a series of canals.
Allow the power a place to go.
Root down into yourself and
expand from there – undulating
like the ocean where those
butterflies might still
be chillin’.

March 24, 2010