Butterfly Rust

~With a red cloisonne butterfly welded to the end of the metal, the wire, I wrapped you and cut off the circulation in my pinky finger. I laughed with a nervousness given to caffeine, and popped two sticks of peppermint gum in my mouth.~ "Always remember me", you said with a smile of darkness, of truth, to insanely beguile the roof off my brain, pulling all of my thoughts to the sky to condense, concreting the pain. (Conundrum to imprison a butterfly brightly to metal in what looks like nail polish red Funny to think that this same time next year I'll still be here thinking the things that you said You will be breaking up wine glasses toasting and you will be setting the sun every night and maybe you'll think of me somewhere in passing, but somehow I can't think that that would be right.) I never liked cloisonne, I'd rather remember the moment I met you when all was still free and nervously, as I unwrapped my desire, I'd rather it there, that you remember me.