Just a wake up

Tomorrow is it. One more poem to go to finish up NaPoWriMo.

Can I get an "amen!"



Where I live

For the lack of a fly-swatter I am forced to watch
a housefly make a fool out of me, its buzz
irritating as old woman gossip in the checkout line;
crawling all over my patio window, stopping
to rub its legs, finding a place to lay eggs,
start off the summer going insane. Every time
I try to smash it or even brush it aside
it merely circles the room, findings its way back
in time to distract me from my work again.
I suppose my work cannot be all that urgent
if I can be distracted by a housefly, drawn away
by the machinations of an insect who forgets me
even before it's reached the other side of the room.
Look at me, I think, Who is the pest and who is evolved?
Even putting on my music and headphones
doesn't allow me to return to my books,
always that stupid fly in the back of my mind
as if he has actually entered my skull, crawling
all over my brain, picking at it, rubbing his legs
against his abdomen, stealing from me
the smallest part of my intellect or my ability
to tell the difference between left and right,
leaving in its place the urge to lick the table clean.