Matt Denis

I don’t have a garbage disposal
And when I don’t take the garbage out everyday
The fruit flies start to gather on the old watermelon in
The sink,
scattering when I come for a drink

So I clean

and they begin swirling,
lonely, circuitous skywriters.

give it a day, and watch closely.
you can see them fall,
not circuitously, but straight down
like you expect a star might.

i sit silent in the light watching for them

(I think its probably not
gorgeous to stand under the streetlight
with a cigarette and feel like crying, but
it’s pretty enough, right?)

Under the stars, expecting them to fall