How does a caterpillar become a butterfly.
How does it feel inside the chrysalis.
Is it aware of anything changing.
When does it become aware again.
How does it wait so patiently
to dry off its wings, and fly.
Does it have any memory
of when it could only crawl.
How long does it think it will be,
before it is something else.
How did every molecule of its beautiful
wings know exactly what color
bowling balls keep falling out of your ears and
I want you to be careful because
I don’t want to break my stilettos.
your knee caps are schools of fish
that sometimes take off in different directions
and if you don’t get better climbing the stairway
I can’t let you visit anymore.
you are an apple, but I’m the tree,
so don’t ever hurt me, because
you’ll only be hurting yourself.
you are a spaceman and the only grounding you have
is the dust on the bottom of your space boots,
and that’s o.k. but why can’t you have more gravity,
when you look at the stars in my eyes.