by Elly Raisch
When you exist between bluegrass and plexiglass it is hard not to question the fragility of your existence (Flower over there?) I would sooner fall out of the sky dead than see myself pressed between the panes (It is a flower) Forever a display of achievements unknown to me (Time to rest)
About the Contributor & Piece
Elly Raisch (she/her) is a junior International Studies major and Anthropology minor. She does
not write poetry often, but enjoys it when she does.
“Thoughts of a Monarch Butterfly was inspired by watching different butterflies around campus
and wondering what they may think. It is also not about butterflies at all, but is instead about
dealing with the parts of ourselves that are involuntarily dissected, compartmentalized, and
displayed by the communities in which we exist.” – Elly Raisch