not wanting to be from another time
and therefore knowing my very own
uselessness in this one. but i’ll stay
here. for history, the fly on the wall
nobody saw but you, who’d probably
swat me into oblivion if you really did.
but honestly, more flagrantly, for you,
in human form, my wildest aspiration
to inhabit your space, oh, to see you
merrier for it. and then that swat,
or a slap, or a slammed door will do.
