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Fly

By Diana G Peck

Bacon, eggs, and toast
at 1pm in the afternoon.
4:20pm, still in nightgown,
click, click, click…
A song on you tube,
then a poem posted
that stings
naked flesh
beneath the gown
at 4:25pm in the afternoon.

Don’t call.
Don’t message.
Don’t,
don’t,
don’t.

A fly in the web,
now dangling,
a single, silken thread
hooked precariously
around a tattered wing;
fluttering words to hang onto.

My keys, the condoms,
what difference, really?
I won’t go in after either.

I used to say these legs
could carry me anywhere
you or
you,
or
you
didn’t want me to go.

Now, I look down at
the skinny, useless,
insect parts left;
at the one good wing,
at the one caught in the string,
at my distance to
surety…

A fly
who can’t.
Absurd.

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