If one was not familiar with this part of Kansas, one might suspect\u00a0
that the women here long for summertime all year long. One might mistake\u00a0
the gigantic, bright-colored butterflies adorning the faded houses\u00a0
their wingspans reaching over three feet across at times\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
as an homage to the real butterflies so rarely seen this far from the countryside\u00a0
fondly remembered by those who grew up on farms, or old enough to recollect\u00a0
that once there was not a town here. They might not suspect that the gigantic butterflies\u00a0\u00a0
are there to both hide great swaths of peeling exterior paint and as a tribute\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to a\u00a0transmorphic\u00a0deity who also emerged from a cocoon of flesh\u00a0
whose name is whispered constantly under breath\u00a0\u00a0
by huddled housewives convinced the end is coming any at moment.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
by Holly Day If one was not familiar with this part of Kansas, one might suspect\u00a0that the women here long for summertime all year long. One might mistake\u00a0the gigantic, bright-colored butterflies adorning the faded houses\u00a0their wingspans reaching over three feet across at times\u00a0 as an homage to the real butterflies so rarely seen this far… <\/p>\n