The Fly

The fly grooms itself on my desk meticulously on a photocopy of “Table 2-5 Classification of Nonvowel Sounds” With its front legs its head repeatedly cocking its neck to reach above its eyes rubbing its legs after each consummation At the edge of cells a clear line cuts steel and copper in perfection of infinite correctness Shifts to use its hind legs on its wings tops ends sides underneath and repeat rubbing its legs after each consummation To rid itself of the invisible dust that can slow a fly down in a world like this trapped in the light behind invisible glass