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To Be a Fly<\/strong><\/p>\n is to have the might of superboy monsters you the only signpost left–you so<\/p>\n you beat and beat yourself, you couldn\u2019t join and why everyone is always To Be a Fly is to have the might of superboy and beat yourself over and over, soaring hard into the wall, next to a swat-stain from a glutted mosquito. monsters a million times bigger hear you whine from rooms away, spaces large as canyon on a planet where nothing stops erosion. you […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5513","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5513","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5513"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5513\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5515,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5513\/revisions\/5515"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5513"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5513"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5513"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand beat yourself over and over,
\nsoaring hard into the wall,
\nnext to a swat-stain from
\na glutted mosquito.<\/p>\n
\na million times bigger
\nhear you whine from rooms away,
\nspaces large as canyon
\non a planet where nothing
\nstops erosion.<\/p>\n
\nand the monsters in their huge dim world,
\na trap where lightbeams slice like
\nsabers from a cordoned-off sun.
\nscents leak from mounds of food
\nlocked in a coffin that hums all the time.<\/p>\n
\nlooking to get out.\u00a0 you can\u2019t play
\nthe game the monsters do,
\nthey who feel fine and seem normal
\nin a dungeon of caves.<\/p>\n
\ntheir ranks even if your body
\nchanged and somehow grew.
\nbeing a fly is more about how you are,
\nwhat your dreams
\nwere long-ago made,<\/p>\n
\nchasing or mocking you
\nwith words or fists.<\/p>\n
\nChris Crittenden<\/strong> lives in a tiny fishing village 50 miles from the nearest traffic light.\u00a0 His full-length collection Jugularity <\/a><\/em>was recently released by Stonesthrow Press, and he blogs as Owl Who Laughs.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"