And I live by myself.
My dead grandfather watches me
through house flies.
I have many books on parapsychology
and the occult.
His audacious flies harbor the wanting
to touch my face.
I haven't had a girlfriend in six years,
not even on the Internet.
When I found him dead, he had flies crawling
over his mouth and slipped upper denture.
They came in through the hole in the window
following the scent of a free meal.
The flies want inside my head to tongue my grey
and tell me about the afterlife of decay and dissemination.
He used to talk to the chickens in the yard
and keep a hand written daily record of the weather on spiral bound, single subject, college rule, notebooks
with red covers.
The style is very similar to my colleague's one. She's now in Germany, working for an International Project of EU. We regularly connect via Skype, she is still in the IT company, but there is very difficult, because they cannot find more employees, so they double their work, but still she holds to it. She is already looking for herself even someone to work as professional personal statement writers, because they promised a double salary to those who would find the employee.ReplyDelete