Unpacking   It happens in the pupa: what before was caterpillar, not yet chrysalis, first must liquefy to the very core,   become a living soup that somehow knows transfiguration’s immanence, restores itself, unfurls to go where the wind goes.   I’m up to my elbows in boxes, dust, development, with nothing more to lose in this liquefied emulsion of us.                                                          for Marti     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont October 2016