Butterfly Museum
Elizabeth Moore
We try to preserve ourselves like butterflies
Pinning, poking smoothing
Try to freeze beauty by pumping toxins into our skin
Mounting and attempting to preserve a past that is already gone
Like a twisted art exhibit for the world to see and observe
As if taking the history and natural life out of something
is to be celebrated
Smoothing out the roads of wrinkles created by hardships
and happiness that have traveled through a face
Trying to erase history or your life displayed on your skin
In every wrinkle and scar, there is a part of you
But we all try to forget and perfect
In order to create a blank canvas for a “beautiful” exhibit
*Photograph: Alex Plencner-Roney