my lover
has come
the fly on the window
dark and dense
with tiny, oval wings of clear wax paper
legs, like six, wispy nose hairs
so fragile, this life we share
so tentative, this mortal breath --
coming in
and going out
a kinship
unto death
Sunday, August 7, 2016
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