Ornament
by Christina Linsin
Once married, she pinned
his butterflies,
hung them
where northern light
would show their best advantage,
capturing hues glinting
from their wings.
In numbing draughts
from fermented flasks,
his pinned and threaded
chitinous wings
rattled off thick tales —
adventure they could retell
only in past tense.
All the lipping
of unmitigated apologies
buffered the cavalier slope,
good intention
fed his scales
opiate queues of lingerers.
His pinnacled beauty
would be forever preserved.
Motes gathered sparsely
in memoriam of what he lost,
while tiny proboscises
only remember
drinking summer.
Christina Linsin is a 50 year-old mom, teacher, and goat herder in the mountains of Virginia. She enjoys charity crocheting in her spare time.