But are lies…

I have learned

that when I have butterflies

it’s all lies and the best path

is the opposite way.

Butterflies that take flight

warn me it’s unsafe to partake

of lips that will end in doubt

and cause me hurt.

I don’t know if this applies to others

but I have come to dread the flutter of their wings

exciting my tummy

give me something boring, and steady, and heavy

something that anchors and grounds me

give me

give me elephants in my tummy

or a sperm whale

or a planet

but not a knife in my gut.