Flies

Flies buzzing around my feet, tickling my legs.

Not one, not two, but five (at least).

I shake them off.

Within milliseconds they’re back again.

Breaking my train of thought,

Making          (swat)

This               (swat)

Silly               (slap)

Poem            (slap)

Very             (swat, swat)

Difficult         (swat, slap)

To                (swat)

Write            (slap)

Gorging themselves on my mosquito bites,

Reminding me of the kids in the desert

Who used to squash flies in their scabs

Or in the corners of their eyes.