Mariposa

butterfly.
trapped with me in this cold, damp shop...
monarch wings beating frantically at closed windows...
i hear the flutter and it reminds me of my own heart when i can see home, and i have no way of getting there...
i open a window and tell him "out!, right here!"
his frantic wings carry him towards the flourescent light hanging above my head...
"right here, stupid!"
i found myself yelling at him...
as if he could hear me...
i knew, he did not belong here, as i'm sure i do not...
i was angry with the butterfly for having a way out, and not taking it...
after many minutes of holding the window open for him, i closed it, and looked around...
he was no where...

i looked down, and found a ten dollar bill at my feet...