Bother! What did the doctor tell you? You're too old for that! So, you'll just boil the toothbrush tomorrow, like new. <br />Boil it? I'm throwing it out! Sloppy seconds on a Harlem fly? Not me! <br />Right, sorry. Where did it go, the fly? <br />I'm not sure. It flew off, after I shooed it from the toothbrush. It grazed my nose and looped off into...oh, God- <br />What? Honey, don't, you're scaring me. <br />......into this very bedroom. The buzz of it was deafening. It's somewhere in here, now, lurking... <br /> <br />Hm. <br />Waiting... <br />Hmmmm. <br />Biding its time- the entire pulsing centimeter of it. A Goliath! <br />Honey, stop. Just turn out the light and get into bed, won't you? <br />This would be the first time David was bigger than Goliath. <br />Yes, but this Goliath has wings! <br />That's why they call them flies. Look, I think you ought to- <br />There it is! <br />What? Where? <br />There! On the wall behind the lamp, in the middle of that spotlight. <br />Honey, are you sure? <br />Yes...like a period on the day. Yuck! <br />I don't want to see it. Turn out the light, quick. <br />(darkness; they continue their co-dependent chat) <br />That won't stop it. Where do flies go at night, I wonder? <br />Somewhere dark to sleep. Like everyone, I guess. <br />Yeah? Like where? <br />I dunno. All the more reason not to snore. Shhh.. Goodnight.<br /><br />Morgan Michaels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arghh-ii/
