Heavy little bit

Heavy little bit

Spectacularly ordinary
Just floating around
alone
on a summer day
Hot and cold in my pool
as I socialize with solitude
I look up to the sky
as the wind flows like silk
over goosebumps on my skin
Birds are chirping
and flying just like floating
There is silence
in all the sound
I close my eyes
and I see everything
in the darkness all around
I feel something
in all the nothing
The clouds smell so clean here
on the ground
A monumental sort of magic
must have made
the moment
I lived today
I try to leave some behind
and I take with me
just a heavy little bit
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Fragility in a Frame

Last week, I was in Brooklyn visiting friends. I went on an excursion with Liz and ended up at a store called Union Max. I bought a set of 1970’s moth/butterfly specimens— each preserved in cellophane.

The lady at the counter warned me that they will easily fall apart; however, they were inexpensive and the idea of framing them felt exciting. I saved one for myself and finally devoted some time this afternoon to frame the one pictured above. 

The task ended up being a real mother f’er—the attention to detail required to complete the project was way more than I anticipated. After carefully cutting open the cellophane, the pieces instantly fell apart. I turned off the A.C. to prevent the wings from literally flying away and ran off to grab gloves, tweezers, and other tools.

Painstaking as it was, the end-result was quite satisfying. I am going to try my best to keep the piece safe and sound. Afterwards, I made sure to warn Liz that the one I gave her will probably be a beast.

Here is a photo of her yet-to-be-framed Lime Butterfly—so beautiful and fragile.

Papilio demoleus


Z