of the conversation, i get distracted
by a fly
in the room,
buzzing
around the light, then
towards
the window.
fat and black,
full of sound,
with neon greens
speckled in
somehow.
i lose my train of thought.
whatever it was
i was talking about was
probably
gibberish to begin with.
it's all about the fly now
and opening the window
to shoo him out.
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