Eww

I saw a monarch butterfly land

on a pile of dog shit this morning

a miraculous event

at least to me

this is a problem

because it is decidedly not miraculous

the dog shit is a banquet

of nectars of the gods for a butterfly

a veritable smorgasbord

I don’t know anything

but this is not a problem for once

because miraculous is miraculous

is miraculous and you shut your fat mouth

to assure wonder its place

between the stars

to assure the child that this ground is solid

& this sky is staying up

because I will hold it up myself

if it comes to that

yet I wonder

what shit I’ve been feasting on

particularly in those smartphone moments

converging ever closer to my heartbeat

look at me

hovering over this rectangle of pain

floating with my big beautiful butterfly wings

missing my midsummer breath

just sucking down the kind of shit

that annihilates your daydream colossus

your worth your fire your tricycle streamers

I know how alone I am then

shit