“Wtf, Butterfly?”
What’s a pretty
little thing like you
doing with a magic
gold star tucked
inside her butterfly
pouch? The empty
pouch of unwantededness
you filled yourself,
freed by feeling
safe to know
in your body
at last what
the world wants
that you have
to give her,
something so
simple you can
hardly believe its power,
something so
huge you can’t
see how it fits
in that tiny pouch,
nestled softly into
feeling right, feeling
whole, feeling—
just someone who
understands that
when she feels safe,
she can be amazing.
