Tasting Butterflies



	You knew it wouldn't taste 
	like butter
	and never understood the name
	if it didn't taste
	like butter

	You always said they would taste
	like apricots
	Goldenrod and black always made
	apricots
	for you

	So we went hunting monarchs
	like trying to catch snowflakes
	And now a monarch sits on the tip
	of your tongue
	It hangs on
	with spindle legs and a shrug
	of its wings as if to say


	so
	how do I

	taste