drunk butterfly

Your flag billowed out the window
Trumpeting politics
From on high.
I guess from a Haighted balcony you looked larger than you were
Up close—
So weathered:
Like a mistral
Scissoring trees
You’d cut in, daring in your surgery.
I had to admit
I respected you —
You made me look like a novice.
It seemed to me you knew exactly how to stitch the pain
But left a seam
That only you knew how to untie.
February came and I lay with my arm around you, paralyzed;
Not sure if it even belonged to me anymore.
I felt like it had melted and become part of you —
Everything else in my life had.
That morning I walked home from your bed,
I needed a doctor.
You tore me open so badly this time
I thought I’d never recover.
Funny how a pack of smokes and a warm cup of tea
Cures insanity.
I pulled up a chair, took a deep breath
And decided to save you on a page.
Then I could set you somewhere unrealistic
Like you had done to me
Try to make you live up to Sainthood and see how you fared.