Emerald nailed to the bottom
drawer, I couldn’t save the sheen
of your wing, your leaning belly on the mid-
rib dip of a leaf. Starved ladybugs
tear your million-years shield. No one will miss
you. They’re in the butterfly pavilion with stale
citruses, pressing lenses to a pair of male blue Morphos.
One darts at the other to pin him to the floor,
to force him to fly and to fight back.
Siobhan Jean-Charles (she/her) is an MFA candidate at Arizona State University. Her poetry can be found or are forthcoming in Broadkill Review, Furrow, Redactions, The Tusculum Review, and The Shore Poetry, where she is the blog editor.