the fly

i have heard

that if you strip off your skin

and straighten out your small intestine

it will circle the earth

at least once

and up to six times

depending on your height

i wait

fearfully

for the scientist

rigorous enough to test

this proposition

a balding man

who smells nothing but formaldehyde

slicing through his daughter’s skin

in some suburban basement

tying one end of that mass inside

to their doorknob

and commanding her

still sobbing

to walk

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