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Domesticated butterflies Dust my curio cabinet. Feral dogs howl outside my door. Why is every door in this house Blue and covered in teeth? I collect crystal, Smiles, Foreign flags. I teach a curriculum of careful altruism To my class of invertebrate Thursdays. I understand the lascivious sunset and all her erotic, neurotic colors. I too am a walking box of crazy desire. This house is a department store Specializing in drapes. This house is a mismanaged dream. This house is a disease That makes you ten years younger. I thank my butterflies, And I feed the dogs.