the woman buzzes in and out of her woman head like the thing her husband didn’t swallow and so became

fly
for the second time
in its short
fly
life.

but if I am back to the woman’s body I am in the kitchen eating portions so small the house misses itself only in passing and is able to deceive its ego with work being done on its ego by inhabitants of such stunted shrinkage they collar me as a child and threaten me with residence for as long as my skirt can avoid the breeze

and
or

cover the insect that holds my water for the blunt force trauma of self preservation.