vignette / the fruit fly

manages its life

like most creatures.

it’s born.

it searches for food and water.

maybe fucks a lil’ bit.

its lifespan is the blink

of an eye, as is my own.

there’s one sitting

on the rim of my coffee cup.

It’s the sole reason why

I’m writing about the fruit fly.

I have little interest in it,

as it has little interest in me.

we both carry diseases

of one kind or another.

neither of us intends

to do harm, but

this is the here and now.

It can't kill me

because I’m bigger.

I dare not kill it

because it’s sitting on the rim

of my coffee cup.

waiting.