Killing Flies in my Apartment

There must be some secret tiny hole in my apartment
where they keep getting in. I hate the
crunch they make when I can feel their bodies underneath
a tissue or paper towel, so I prefer to let them go out the window.

This morning I let one go out the window. He was smart and flew to the window.
He must have felt the breeze coming from the window.

Another one flies around my feet. If he is close enough to me, but refuses to go out
the window, I spray him with water and eucalyptus oil. Sometimes he lands
and you can hear the violent vibration of his wings, trying to dry himself off.
I got a call before I could crush him this time, and while I was talking,
he must have read this stupid poem and realized that he could get out the window.
But he was still stupid, and got caught in between the window and the screen.

I think he figured it out.

You can be stupid and still deserve to live.

It’s ok to be stupid. Refuse to delete.