every little thing she does is magic

I have a magical power that attracts butterflies.

I am not kidding. The butterfly (or one like it) came back, and is now living in my car. And, the other day, in the Tim Hortons drive-thru, there was an identical butterfly fluttering around outside my car.

Maybe my soul smells of sweet flower-nectar.

Maybe I have a cocoon city in the wheel wells of my car.

Maybe I have a magical power that attracts butterflies.