May 2012
Poems fill themselves
With images of fruit flies
Cunvulsed, dead--unloved?
With images of fruit flies
Cunvulsed, dead--unloved?
MMXII
I was lying on my stomach facing the swimming pool when a fly flew down and convulsed in front of me. It proceeded to die. I stared at it for about thirty minutes, but I don't know how to put it into words.
I was lying on my stomach facing the swimming pool when a fly flew down and convulsed in front of me. It proceeded to die. I stared at it for about thirty minutes, but I don't know how to put it into words.
