If this was poetry, I’d fly

If this was poetry, I’d fly


perfect again
as always
my bed could
take ten of me
my room smelt
like clabbered
underwear
I was
reading calmly
absorbing everything
learning who I would
become again in silence…
perfect silence…
my electricity had been
cut for weeks
…then the fly,
that damned fly
whose wings
was
all the
noise that ever
was
If I were a universe
my cold fate
just became
early fire
If I died
I was violently revived
If I only told the truth
I just lied
If I were beautiful
I just cried
I am none of these
thank god
But I tell you: that Goddamned
Fly has
ruined
my
life for good.