I had a dream
I couldn’t remember it
but when I woke up I could feel the remnants of something fluttering
Like the wings of a blue morpho
Which would carry itself to nectar and uncurl its proboscis to drink
I would never get to witness this, I know —
The flowers I display are decoration, used to entertain as a watch them wilt
And my wings can’t lift my heavy body
I think I’ll go back to sleep