While I was collecting rudenesses, something else was stirring.
While Churchfolk were singing His praises, she made other plans.
As if I had hit my cartoon head,
white petally wings encircled me,
bursting forth, disturbed when
I opened the door,
bruising my self dimentia beyond restraint
fluttered
flustered
awake.
I thought of you yesterday.
I opened my trunk and a butterfly flew out. It kissed me on the cheek- then fluttered away.