I stuck a net down my throat to catch all the butterflies
bouncing off the walls of my stomach
I put them in a jar and wrote your name on it
The jar sits on my top shelf for everyone to see
Sometimes a few escape and quickly make their way down my windpipe, back into my belly
They multiply once they're inside and I go get my net again
The jar is getting crowded recently but I don't think they mind
I heard butterflies like staying together anyway
If I were one I would fly next to you and try to keep up
and I would hope that the butterfly version of you would stop her wings
just so we can fly in sync
There's now a second jar that sits on my top shelf
This one is smaller but it fits two comfortably
I took a permanent marker and wrote our names on it
One right next to the other
Saturday, January 2, 2010
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