butterfly on a tissue box
                                                                            not a real one
                                                                                  a painting
                                                                                 a monarch
                                                                           one more sign
                                                                                for anguish
                                                                               poured and
                                                              poured a choice to feel or
                                  stack bricks between
                                      I was sad when my
             talented friend started designing
                  television             commercials
                                       he told me to grow up
                                       but the rocks in the desert I touch
                                       signal an endless new place something
                                       without money saying “never tire of
                                       demanding love for the world”


Copyright © 2015 by CAConrad. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 8, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“‘Saturn.1’ is part of the serial poem ‘Width of a Witch’ written in Marfa, Texas, while I was on a Lannan Foundation Fellowship. The series was written inside a (Soma)tic poetry ritual titled ‘Marfa Poetry Machine in 36 Things’ where I did thirty-six things a day for thirty-six days, such as honoring living poets each morning, carrying a sweet potato around town dressed in a purple glitter skirt, and getting on the floor to follow along with video footage of the experimental dancer Mary Wigman’s ‘Witch Dance’ like a workout video for the soul!”