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The Tiny Fly

Tim O'Connell

What kind of tiny fly has
the desire to just land on you
while you are trying to read poems
by John Ashbery?
But, you come to love the fly.
Its horrible origin seems somehow noble now,
a life inside a world
meant only for its opposite,
having no language,
only hundreds of eyes
with no eyelids.