i vomit up butterflies every time i hear the wordsthey flutter gently on my tongueand then dry between my teethand crumple into a gravei spit out the wingsbut the crawling sensation lingers and yetthey remain unseen.sheshesheshesheshe shakes in the spotlightsand they singe into her skinsheshesheshe wraps her breasts tight within a chrysalisand she ties back…