Salted

The day my brother died
a monarch sat on my shoulder
in the park
for twenty
whole
minutes

Time is infinite and glowing
and we all belong
to each other
but monarchs and death
still don’t add up
to anything

Oh, it must have been him!
– She said
but I’m pretty sure
it was just a lost butterfly
tired and maybe dizzy
This isn’t their season

Then again, it wasn’t his season
to get poisoned by his own blood
and die in a room alone
in just
two
weeks

It’s much better
not to waste moments
thinking about
just
how
special they are