My second poem about flies
by @andrew-philip
I found a fly in my shower
This Saturday afternoon.
She was on the floor, crawling slowly.
I tried to catch her,
So that I could set her free out the window.
But she had just enough energy to escape me.
And she flew around the living room.
it was just the two of us.
Buzzing about each other.
Trapped inside this apartment.
I must admit,
I felt less lonely with her buzzing about.
I considered opening the window,
To give her a chance at her freedom.
But I got scared about the idea
Of another fly coming in.
Then there would be three of us
Trapped here.
I’d be less lonely,
At their expense.
Didn’t seem right to me.
so I kept the window shut.
And we’ll both probably die here.
But we have beer and tomorrow,
For better or for worse.
We both need to get out of here.
Now the window
Is wide fucking open.
I’m stuck here with this fly,
Wondering how it got in here.
I live on the 10th floor on Lincoln street.
If that fly could fly all the way up here,
I wonder where I could fly to.
Now the window
Is wide fucking open.