And as I become, delicately unravelling, that monster with butterfly wings
And a dragonfly heart
Whose smile crooked-toothed reveals that cracked truth webbed
Between the bones of my ribs
And the air in my lungs
And from whence a hypocrite swore oath of allegiance
To nothing
Save the idea; the fabricated framework of love
July 2009
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