Music selection: Xzibit — What U See Is What U Get
Truth About Me
A prose poem with haibun elements
Look, I don’t know what grand exaggerations or outright lies you’ve heard about me from family, friends, or lovers, but let me make one thing crystal clear; I absolutely would hurt a fly.
It is critical that you know this truth about me. Don’t believe anyone who would tell you otherwise.
I would hurt them. I have hurt them. I will hurt them again.
That is, assuming they can feel pain in that blink of time when I render their twee bodies asunder via catastrophic blunt-force trauma. Perhaps they feel nothing from the instant, but certain death I bring upon them. I hope that’s true. But even if somehow I’ve managed to never hurt a fly, I sure as shit have harmed more than my fair share.
In fact, not to brag or anything, but I have single-handedly obliterated countless flies on numerous occasions. I’m a goddamned fly’s worst nightmare; a fly assassin, if you will.
Do I feel horrible, nay unshakable anguish over each tiny little buzzing life I’ve taken? Absolutely. Do I pray for each of my victims’ immortal souls? You betcha. But make no mistake; I am the one who sent those annoying critters off to the next realm.
