Banana Time
I.
as i get older
the cartoon bananas
on my birthday cards
are also getting older
more yellow
more brown
the cards say things like
"being one day older
only matters when you are a banana—
unfortunately we are all bananas"
this year's
shows a banana in the afterlife—
reincarnation as banana bread
it's not lost on me
that our lives can crescendo sweeter and sweeter
the closer we come to death
when i think about death
i recall reading a book by a poet
whose bio mentioned
that they sat at home all day
working on their words
their manuscript manifested many monologues
about houseflies
how they interrupted their writing
during their mid-morning banana
i too remember being reclusive enough
that the existence
of another living thing
spoiled my immortality
an unripe untouched banana
green as money
that was the dream
later on
i submit a poem
in the voice of a housefly
who was so into me
that they begged me to kill them
it was not published
i guess it was not relatable
II.
A poem in the voice of the February house fly who was very attracted to me
I
want to fall down on your
eyes
want to fall down on your
eye
socket
rocket
in your
facial
I
want to stick to all your
sighs
want to suck on all your
patience
plesence
&
presence
I say
♫ This fly
This fly's in love with you ♫
How can
I show you
I'm glad that
I know you
Swat at
My body
'cause
♫ I need your blood ♫
...swirling
on my skin within
You think I'm confuuuuused
No
I like youuuuuu
Kill me
Michael F. Gill lives in Boston and creates poetry, music, podcasts, and puzzles, all of which can be found at http://www.bbtp.net. He is currently listening to disco and running to the bakery.
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