we're at the

giant horse fly
chased me from the living room
to the porch
used only for storage
and smoking

i watched
a tiny spider pick a fight
from the other side of the glass

the fly is my star
a sign

the flea
a deck

where at the sandwash i saw two fish
swimming in the water
and i cried
because i was sure
they wouldn't survive
the hail of summer fishing lines.

today i stood in your doorway naked
and i killed a fly,

then i saw another
and i killed that one too

because it probably didn't want to be alive
if it's friend was dead...