Go ahead, Fly.
Flirt with personal disaster.
Fly just outside the fringes of acceptability.
The air is cool between the inside of the refrigerator
And the open refrigerator door.
But open doors always shut on refrigerators.
They're designed that way.

You'll think you've died and gone to heaven
When you find yourself shut in--
A fox locked up with all the hens.
You, a kid, stuck in the candy store.
But the very thing you seek
Will be the unleavening of you,
When you find that you have died,
And, is there a heaven for a lowly fly?

-jenn