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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