Oh, Lover, I Don’t Know You!

Who are you?  What’s your name?

Why do you want me?  I am a broken doll.  A toy set on a shelf.  A dream

Forgotten.  Butterflies dancing with a tree.

Butterfly Man is there.  I am Butterfly Woman.  We made love in that tree.

His phallus was real.  I was asleep.  He wasn’t there.  And yet he was.

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