Swallowtail butterflies swarm
Like bats against the daytime sky
Ants crusade, brandishing
Green-leaf dorsal fin blades
Bamboo, like fireworks, vault far from Earth
Then explode in your face to grab clothes and hair
Ass is saved from the saddle
By clenching buttcheeks
Howler monkeys argue yonder,
Always in earshot, never seen
Haunting heart-shaped leaves everywhere leer
Constant ironic reminders of inhospitability here
Yellow clouds of butterflies
Make shit appear gold.
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