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Blowflies

Fat, black, sparkling, 
absorbing warmth,
into wings,
many eyes, watching,
summer dawning, temperate still. 

Rubbing legs together
anticipation, delight.
Feeding,
finding crumbs and spills, 
we dine all day, thrive.

Stalking glass, corners, ceiling, 
kitchen bench and floor,
Feasting, growing, 
boldly gorging, 
seeking more. 

Our feet, tongues, 
exploring toothbrush,
wooden spoons as well,
Licking, touching, sucking,
tiny buddha on the shelf.

Taking flight together,
patrolling, swooping
droning,
round,

rrrrround,

rrrrround.

Flail and swing,
swing again,
secret place,
we're getting in.

Whipping whack, 
oh god the splat, 
body falls to ground,
do not mourn, no not done, 
more of us will come.

Forming, softly
wriggling, very quietly, 
very whitely, 
outside,
our precious babies, gaining weight,
eating sheep alive. 

Seal us out, 
stay inside
your fragile flesh, not made for sun,
we wait,
we wait,
we wait
by doors, we wait for you
to come.

Majestic summers, long and hot,
young bigger than last year.  
In time,  we'll
roam your home, 
black
sparkling, winged, mice.

On Femaleness

Hollywood