Fruit Fly
left some food wrapped upin a plastic bagon the kitchen tableway too longi sat down to eatnext to the bagi was too tiredto throw it outi saw a swarm of fruit fliesi took the bag downstairswhen i came backthey were still thereflying jerky patternslike snowflakes in the airi'm sorry you've got nowhere to goleft straight right straighti can't find a reasoni know i'll keep going buti can't find a reasonnothing looks rightnothing smells rightand i can't landgeometric patternssmearing out of controlonly have enough gas leftfor the beercan to the bowlwhat can you do but go on?oh no you make your own mistakesi cannot bring them back to youoh no you make your own mistakesi cannot measure up to you