De Jackson lives in Nevada and has written work that has appeared in such journals as Tuck, Curio, Red River Review, The Camel Saloon, and others.

Imago
By De Jackson

What of flutter?
She can morph and mimic her way
into next Tuesday,
funnel tortoise slow
honeydew smile
into fast fragrant frowns
sit down
and crochet her own
surgical transcriptions
loose 
unfolded
vulnerable before predator
and priest,
at least
she’s honest.

Heart dry,
she can excrete ink
in orange, blue, brown
indigo too
any hue you choose
proboscis pen to page
coherent rage
spent
science
(and religion)
of photonics
intact.

Look on her back
and you’ll find
the eyespot
endemic to her kind;
it sees nothing
knows all
and sheds
its sodium-knobbed
pheromone tears
out into the world
to be caught
by someone else’s
pencil lead.

Dread this winged tunnel,
bristle-wet and
reeking of incense and
hope,
jaguar sinew sprung 
and ready
to
flutterflyrun.