A big fat black dirigible of a fly
careening around the office
buzzed me, like a test pilot and the tower.
I could feel its clumsy wake
Before it landed on the wall taunting me to strike back
Carol said, “They’re huge this time of year,
you could almost put a saddle on them,”
The banter reminded me of the June Bug
that flew into the tip of my nose
last week on the walk to my car
Leading me to laugh at the silliest workers’ comp claim in history
When I got whiplash from the impact.
Oh what the paperwork would have been
August 29, 2005 12:25
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