About a fly

it hovers, then
alights
upon your forearm
hope-curious and tentative

humming

you see it has
eyes like mosaics and
iridescence in the twitch
of
its wings
and

whining

it moves in a sort of
halted
stares in a sort of
awed–

eyes like shattered mirrors
wide and faceted and eager,
strange

buzzing

it is a persistent and incomprehensible

Irritation–

Your dismissing gesture crushes me.