Inkling 2022 - Flipbook - Page 12
Monarch
by Johanna Kiik
I recently made a close friend. She flutters
beside me, whispers kind poetry in my ear,
rests awake on my shoulder during cold
afternoons. Her red-orange wings blur
when she flies too close to my face, and
her antennae twitch when I speak. I’ve
never been particularly close to anybody,
so I found it strange when Monarch quietly
entered from the open class window and
perched close to hushedly speak one
afternoon.
She is a wonderful friend. She picks out my
clothing and tells me when my face looks
ugly. She comes to class with me, tickles
the back of my neck with her pinprick
needle legs and whispers quips when I’m
bored out of my mind. It truly is a mutually
beneficial relationship: she, like soil, and I,
the pot, needed to hold her.
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