Two flies

Two flies

Fly past my face and double back
as we make eye contact in passing.

They come back to taunt me
and my inability
To focus.
To prepare.
To strike.

They twirl around my head
like drunken school girls –
Trying to find the most invasive ways
to get inside it.

I try sit as still as I can –
but I know they know.

My heart is beating outside of my body 
– in the air and around me –

The fly sits. Finally.

My fingers part.

I’m ready. Or am i?