I drive my car 
into the jagged path of a butterfly
its soundless impact
echoes 
as I wince

an unexpected collision
of anger,
sudden and fierce,
unintentional violence
does not render it meaningless
or less painful

tattoo of a butterfly
on my wrist
delicate life clings to my skin
with hopeful sighs,
dreaming of open space
where she can fly
in frantic
freedom