A Favorite Room

— Chen Chen

Down the sideways face, through the dilapidated waterfall,
we entered late afternoon’s house
& a favorite room: the room of the butterfly skeleton.

Intricate, delicate, somehow not an ounce of tragic.
So beautiful we thought we could have perfect
unswollen gums, be less predictable
gay men, obsessed with our mothers.

It whispered: the new year will bring more coffee flavors,
& sodas, overall more beverage-related upheavals.

It advised us never to buy anything
fresh again, & thus we could be just like it—

Never misspelling a state capital.
Never missing a coworker’s birthday.
Always just pretending to be dead.

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