“Swallowing The Fly”
For the longest time,
I felt as though I had something important to say.
I wasn’t sure what it was yet,
but it was constantly buzzing inside my mouth.
Bouncing up and down— from roof to tongue,
and back again. It was as though
something inside me, perhaps a fly,
was trying to escape.
But each time I opened my mouth,
nothing of significance came out.
Finally, after years of playing these games,
I took a tall glass of water and swallowed—
feeling the large lump slide down my throat.
Often times, the way things go in
are not the way things come out—
And perhaps the most important things
simply require digestion
before they can soar out, glorious as a fart.