i think now i know... my brother walks those gray streets, that haven't seen a sweeper 
since the president came to town. 

he walks, back & forth, up & down... and i think i know how he feels... like a cold 
silver pinball dinging against rubber bumpered knobs... 

but maybe it's his own fault? for not giving her some of the money they should have 
shared... for scaring her into not having any friends & family & fun... 

cocooning her in leaf green fibers of shame, & fear, & loneliness... fattening her on 
lies & the belief that everything bad that happened was her fault... 

juicy words dripping into her ears, "i know you're sleeping with him, i saw you looking 
at him!" sticky phrases dribbling down her chin, "it's just a misunderstanding. i didn't 
really mean to hit you..." 

he should have expected the inevitible... he should have known... 

all butterflies wake eventually and the green fibers & lies, & lines of loneliness 
break... 

and she is free now... slowly beating her brilliant ornate wings... back & forth... 
drying the wet tears off fragile flesh... preparing for her first flight! 

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