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Which?

For a long time I think I am a werewolf, but I am not controlled by the moon. But I can get angry. And then I remember this poem and think “Not a werewolf. An ogre.”

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Butterfly Girl Comes to Visit

She is so beautiful with her wings
multicolored many splendored lights caught and multiplied
as she flutters

I freeze
I am an ogre
Huge and clumsy
I know from past past many times
Not to touch you
My rough fingers have brushed the tiny feathers from your wings
You cry in pain and your flight becomes erratic
My kiss is just as bad
Rough lips
If I move the wind of my passing blows you against a window
You fall stunned

I hold and crush
the box of feelings that can hurt you
Sorrow, anger, fear, dismay
Even fatigue turns my aura red
And scorches your wings

I hate to cause you pain

Fly butterfly girl
My baby needs me, my pager rings
My ogre husband stirs
The effort of holding still plain on his face
I can’t hold still much longer

Butterfly girl
Fly on home

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Shift or not?

Shift or not? Oh. I read it as swift or not. I am not going to shift from swift. It is too early to swiftly shift from swift to shift. Swift or not? Well, both. Not a swift as in the bird, but a swift and strong flier. Great blue herons always look incongruous to me in trees. They do like really big trees, but they always surprise me out on a branch. They have very light hollow bones compared to us and can sit lightly on a branch like this.

For the RDP: shift. I am swiftly feeling incongruously shifty on this early Monday.