buzzing
Published in Vallum Magazine 15:1, MEMORY & LOSS (May 2018)
In awe and envy of the space-black fly
as its peppercorn-body bounces
[like spitfire]
off the edges of our attic bedroom,
aware by the time it collides with
another juggernaut of drywall
it has already forgotten
the intimate pain of pavement.
Runaway punctuation
from an ill-crafted sentence,
the fly is faster than logic travels;
an oily impulse through ego’s sieve,
avoiding the hazards of pause.
It hums a petulant tune
of precipitation,
absolute presence.