There’s frenzy in the kitchen: br a pale yellow brimstone butterfly, frantic - br fluttering dashes, dives, attacks, br swerves and retreats br from the naked light-bulb, br again and again drawn by br (is it her?) irresistible beauteous light, br repelled by the passionate heat of (her) br denying presence, cold to her lover… br br outside, I’d give it but a glance; br here inside, the agitation is unnerving, br drawing me in as if it bears br a metaphor for life.. br a lover that will not learn br that what it most desires br is not to be fulfilled.. br br I grab a kitchen sieve, br wave it ineffectively, br now talking to the creature like a baby br in some mortal danger – br ‘we’re going to save you..’ ‘we’re going to save you..