blue letter

one day you get the letter
you’ve been waiting for all your life,
and everything it says is true.
but it’s not a letter,
it’s a small blue beetle
in a language you can’t read.

you take the beetle downstairs –
the stairs you destroyed
with your bare hands,
the stairs you shoved back into place
with your bad shoulder.
and you try to set it free
in the garden,
but it doesn’t want to go.

shake the envelope harder,
and out comes a butterfly:
as big as your hand,
bluer than the beetle.

and it flies away
and you never see it again,
but its blue is in your eyes