Marc Normal

The Fly

Fish on the Ice Counter

my living eye
clear curious
found its dead eye
milky sad
its slack line mouth
slightly open
fins
little pieces
of cellophane
a fly wandered across its dry back,
and I said
sorry,
cousin.

Fly Life

Sticking to the wallpaper
washing its front legs
the fly looks like
it’s saying a prayer
but really it’s thinking
about a dead fish
it was recently standing on.

The Fat Man

The fat man lives
at the end of the universe
with his wife
and his diabetes
He squeezes his ass
into his chair
in front of his TV.
He sits there all day
every day.
That day he was sitting there
eyeing the fly
pitched on the peeling wallpaper.
He only got one good eye
so he was watching it with that.
The other stared ahead like a dead fish.
He hates that fly
He hates all flies.
They get on your food
when you aint looking
and
shit vomit piss
suck it all up
and trample over it with their dirty feet.
That’s what the TV told him.
That’s why he sits in his chair
sweating and cursing like a sultan
plastic fly swat in his hand
waiting
waiting for that fly.