but i got distracted by a fly
that somehow got into the house.
he was quicker
than i am and seemed to be
toying with me,
buzzing around my head,
around the light.
i chased him through
the rooms,
swinging a newspaper at him.
finally, i opened a window
and out he went.
where was i, oh right,
i was going to call you.
maybe tomorrow.
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