This is a poem from our collection Multiverse, and mentions the butterfly effect:
as the housewife kneads her dough. She stretches
& folds it, layering it for winter warmth, filling
the slimness of nothing with possibilities.
Later, when she lifts a corner of blanket, she’ll discover
a single green eye floating in fabric. A switching tail
pokes another hole elsewhere, confusing her,
the opposite of compass.
The map of napping cat explains the inexplicable:
how a lucky coin positioned in holiday batter may scatter
in the baking and be served to our least liked relative;
and how a cat can spring up whole from a bundled blanket
to tightrope across the window ledge, batting at a butterfly
& trapping it before it can decide about the weather.