Sister In A Coma

By Suzanne Underwood Rhodes

The fly couldn’t hold
but buzzed and flailed
on my kitchen floor,
its wires throwing lost signals
the way a phone rings
unanswered in a room.
Its sensilla retained the dust of a grape
as you must surely feel the last sweet air
before reaching the point
where the brain unplugs its love
and looks sideways.

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