fly – other animals

Sonnet

with false starts buzzing around my head what do I do do I recall one fly I cut in half with a glass while trying to trap and free it—then sculpt some little line to be stomped bloodless by the sound of boots on the ceiling—so do I then try to persist with this misty I and words like persist—but to speak plainly there is no window in which to speak plainly about a small flower past my boots that I wish could fly into colors that open a window into a land where I could lie…

but now I’m cut in half and half of me
may persist and maybe that I will fly

scent of ripe apples when I would practice how to fly

all day I thought I was some other day the ink seeped out starting with what in your chest before you can fly 1,000 years

to own this land. The kite I fly with knives

the mandala in your mind. The soft landing of a fly in

resident devil shrink pixel-small fly out with this breath

Friday evening showing the fly another way

light snow on thin branches I catch and release the fly

a winter fly bangs the ceiling thin groundhog soup

the winter fly bouncing on the ceiling doesn’t want my help

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the sound of distant cars my cereal loses its crunch