No An Idle Moment

Not an Idle Moment A fly sits on top of the computer screen washing its face when not watching me, incredible it takes lift flies and lands on the tip of my nose, close up it has enormous eyes, so big I can see myself. I hit it, but miss now I have nosebleed, trickles down to my lips, tastes salty, drips on my green shirt I’m so proud of. I go to the bathroom, I’m a boxer, who has won the match in round six, so what’s a nosebleed? Take shirt off soaks it in cold water, put a clean one on, it needs to be ironed, so who cares a dank day when even windows cry and the old roof leaks? The dipterous sits on top of the screen eyeing me contemptuously, pretend I’ve forgotten something get up, in the kitchen cupboard I find insecticide, storm in, spray my room, the fly curls up and dies. Blank screen I have forgotten what I was going to write about.