Sleep Mesothorax

Dead fly on the ground

Stopped moving

Silent charcoal upon carpet

It glints as I turn the chair

The light dances across

Wings on the mesothorax

Scarlet orbs and antennae

Still against larger objects

Bed and container and table

And I wish I was that fly

Yes

Surprise

I want to be that fly

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s