the boy in the back, by the lemon picture frame

i’m pretty sure he’s a larva

his lashes are silver and he’s two layers of skin

(yeah, I’m positive now, he’s a larva)

his clothes are baggy and his hair is shaggy

and he hasn't a care in the world

a face dotted with cherry sprinkles

and tufts of sheeny fur

look, now

he’s cocooning

hiding those off-white bones away

to avoid the scarring judgement

from the butterflies of today

who knows we’ll see him again

the boy by the lemon frame

maybe he’ll have blinding wings

or he’ll fly straight into a flame

now, we wait to see I guess

until after a caterpillar’s greatest test