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NKECHI NWOSU-IGBO
DON'T CRY, DEAR BUTTERFLY
How did I get here?
Living my other fantasy?
You came
and changed me forever.
I wish I could sing
of these butterflies flipping their wings
in my stomach.
(Yak! Too romantic!)
Flipping their wings in my stomach
I wish I could sing
of these butterflies that tint my eyes
as I watch for you through my windows.
Looking out to the hills,
I catch my first glimpse of you
as you stagger into my perspective.
I like the way I feel
when I run down the stairs
and into your sopping arms.
I cry out your name as you sway
and I try to catch your fall.
How did we get here?
I ask your drunk self
please can I make you cry
like you have made me moan
for me, for you, for butterflies' fantasy?
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