A fly walks the circumference of my nose
As I sit in the too hot sun
Just my kinda luck
any other part of my body
and I would be blissfully unaware
I blow down hard,
He leaves for a moment
But returns with renewed curiosity
My hands hang limp
By the wheels of my body
My silent voice screams out
Trying in vain to get the attention of my carer,
deep in conversation.