were a butterfly
I’d cut its wings
and have it die
then sew my eyes
so, I couldn’t see
another butterfly
dancing free

If the pain
were a sunny day
I’d cut it up
pound it like clay
draw the shades
and hang myself
they’ll never be
someone else

If the pain
were a river
I’d have it run me out to sea
and decompose
like leaves of tea
till I'm dregs
the manatees smoke
and never be
a halfwit of some bloke