Monarchy

last year's unplanted milkweed pods are weighing happily not on my chest of drawers but my bedside end table beginning to open on their own even oddly because the only something that might be soil is my must be dirty bedroom allowing them to reign and roam free over dust tumble weeds and dandelion peasantry both blowing in a draft's breeze around my room but the regality can be milked out of this weed and and or but at some time i think i saw peripherally black and orange as my door hinge spoke in a creak that they were here with me but when i woke was i a man dreaming that i was a butter fly or a butterfly dreaming i was a man