Butterflies

We think about the butterflies often.

never stop thinking about the butterflies.

In the books I read and TV shows I watched,

Kids in science classes would raise them from

(...) and release them on a warm spring day.

I think about them.

Pins in their wings.

Holding them outright.

Patterns on display.

Lice go through an

incomplete metamorphosis.

The dictation of complete or incomplete

Seems arbitrary to me.

Fingers digging through the scalp.

Don’t share hats anymore-

you could get it too.

Would butterflies be treated the same

if they ate dead skin?

Do Lice wish they were butterflies?

Or maybe at least that they were as pretty.

They think about the butterflies often.

They never stop thinking about the butterflies.