The Poster

I like a red admiral.


I read about it first on an aged poster in a cabin on the coast. Endless butterflies I hadn’t seen.


I only knew dependable cabbage butterflies.


No complexities.


I thought I was somewhere else.


With crashing waves, black sand and routes my uncle told me not to walk on.


I liked how it sounded. Commanding. Assured. Black and gold and red.


I remember the day I learned they were divorcing. My mum told me she could be ‘hard to love.’


That was something I never wanted to be.


I don’t see butterflies now. I see black and white.


For the most part.

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