Keep an eye on the insect in the room
The fly you try to smash
Buzzing by the ear
Swat, whiff
Stand on the bathroom counter
With a towel swatting
Lands on eyebrow
Smack own face
Wings aloft
Flashes in peripheral vision
Stalker itch
Of relinquishing the numb
How hard it feels to connect
The why bother
The syrup paste lethargy
To cease pursuit
Let the damn insect feast
Acknowledge nobody is coming
It is just me and the winged one
Constant barrage of the word optional
Retirement of spinal fusion and depletion
Suck on the helium and have myself a party
Squeak-talk mirror soliloquy
Let the fly pop the vomit balloon
Got the utility bills on autopay
Might be a while until the flies get their fill
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