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One

They crept on hinged legs and suction cup toe-touch, leaving like dew drops

their itch and infection. Even Anopheles hastens for distance, losing an arm

outstretched, keeping her burden.

They were a sound that grew quiet and then found looking-glass ladies and

children with scabies. We are the monsters who smile after crib-death.

We are the grace for the clinically dead.

We love the hiding guns, we hate the iron lung. We go fast on black ice,

we are a million flies. We love the hiding guns, we hate the iron lung.

We go fast on black ice, we are a million flies.

Two

Their eyes were compound, imagine their seething… … Hands like a scavengers;

instantly curious. Even Hippocrates humored finality, he heard the fly-sound

and then learned antithesis. Dead in the parlor with dust like a membrane,

fly friends are dreaming of wings and antennae. And when the family gathers to

stare, lights are turned low for the pink-painted cheekbones…

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