like butterflies pinned open
or lit from within

I grasp at straws while pigeons crap all over the rooftops
this is a cafe scene
I have holes in my shoes, and 7 bucks fewer in my wallet

you've got a dirty look on as you answer yet another text
it's not much of a date, I'm certain

but like butterflies, we are perched here for the world to see
snipped out of our meadows, car exhaust preserving us