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The Sheer Gall of John the Fly
John is bugging
the shit out of me.
I'm trying to put
things away
in the garage
and he keeps
flying around
my face.
I was reaching
into the shelves
above my toolbox
when he tried
to push me over
backwards.
I was tip-toed
and he landed
forcefully
on one shoulder
then the other shoulder
then *- BAM - * he hit me
on the right cheek.
I can still feel
his grubby little feet,
still untrimmed,
on my face.
He actually moved me
a little bit.
I lost my balance.
Not from the force,
but
from the sheer gall.
Who does John the Fly
think he is?
I scooped him
out of the air
and tossed him aside
the next time he
flew by me.
written: 7/7/10
revised, slightly: 4/20/11