Pierce

Pin me like

a butterfly;
spread my wings
on velvet
and stab me
while I’m still moving,
still thinking
that I am flying.

Pierce my heart

and label
all the pertinent
bits of me
so everyone will know
what picture-perfect variety
you have claimed

for your own.

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