These Gifts

You bring me live butterflies
on pins,
for me to wear as earrings,
a pie made of sparrows
so I can eat flight.
Everything unmanageable
made suddenly so,
bees with their wings stuck fast
in sugar water
or their own honey.
What am I to say about these gifts?
Who will help me put back these stars?


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