sitting
self conscious
but self contained

a perfect wax statue
filled with jello

moving her lips
only to smile

persistently quiet
but attentive

and feeling
stupid
inadequate

ugly

until
the realization hits

that for some reason
her dusty moth wings
have attracted
a room full of butterflies

vying
jockeying
for her regard

and as she
eventually
flutters off
on her solitary way

she allows herself
a bemused grin

and for a moment
even she can see

that she
is

beautiful.

04/09/2007