When she was a child
she could never catch butterflies.
Always to expeditious,
for her little fists.
It seems likely
these events urged her
to yank off insects wings,
then stare as the legs wiggled
as hers once had in
the heat of a chase.
She kept the creatures feeble,
lain bare she could always
hold them.
Some announced psychopath,
but she acted in awe and wonder,
not in violence.
She just loved harshly.
