big fat fly

by dm gillis

the idea arrives in a quarrel—
your wits with your age—or
in the mail or drops from a web
buzzing, hitting your window
like a big fat fly
demanding freedom

open a door, it’ll say, you have the right

so you do and it flies
out across the town
with its Ku Klux steeples
and dreamy Bull Run romances
then low over the roofs
of fine Holocaust deniers
and though you salute and shout and
tantrum-open-carry
your hard done-by story
will only ever be spoken
on divided dim basement nights
of disappointment

 

 

 

 

 

 

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