i'd spend all night losing sleep.

yesterday evening i stepped on a monarch butterfly by accident.
this morning a woman was stabbed to death a block away from my shop.
the calcite crack of its exoskeleton sounded like eggs breaking

on the hardwood floor and when i started crying they said
chelsea, it's just a butterfly.
and i said no it's not. i just killed someone.

i don't know. it's friday the thirteenth week.
i'm sort of fearing for my life. i'm listening to living room
and it feels like the apocalypse.