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Those hot Julys
Suffocating humidity
Sweat burning the eyes
Alone, drowning in
White noise buzz
Just hanging out with those flies
That were trapped
Struggling hard
Trying to escape
The brown sticky paper
Hung from furnace closet's ceiling
By maintenance man,
Rusty
He had a habit
Paying weekly visits
To fix things
Never needing fixed
Turning off,
Then back on
A valve here
Tightening
A screw there
Spraying bug killer
In the cracks
Snaking the pipes'¦
'¦and my mom
On bathroom tiles
And pink fuzzy rug
Home for the other
Cobwebs and cockroaches
Three pumps
Two moans
And one flush
Reigned eternal
During hellish Julys
But I'd just sit
Waiting
Patient, drowning in
White noise buzz
Occupying that closet
Watching those flies
That were trapped
Struggling hard
Trying to escape.
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Gosh, i am left grateful to be able to read that. Its true, down dirty disturbing and comes from the heart - reaches it too. Congratulations for opening it up to all of us. Thank you
I just clicked on your page after seeing you on the link Alan posted. This is awesome. Very vivid and moving. I loved the imagery and the way you weave your words to create that disturbing effect. Very, very good write.
