Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Verse: Fruit fly

At lunch
I tried
to dismiss you
with a wave of
my hand

I grazed you
gravity overcame you
like a fever
and you sank
like an anchor
tossed into
the sea

upon the table
like Icarus
your legs flailing
as if you were reaching
trying fiercely
to hold on to
the tenuous strands
of your life

by your desperation
and your palpable fear
I thought
how careless
how craven
how petty
am I

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