ManicWorld Magazine

There’s
a fly
in the gallery
of art.

Landing
on a sunflower
painting 
looking for food
or escape.

Move.
Eat.
Avoid.
Mate.

The paintings
are oblivious.

I’m aware
of the fly.

The fly
is unaware of me.

It loops at ten feet,
smelling, sensing —

Move.
Eat.
Avoid.
Mate.

While the paintings
depict war,
gender,
protests,
hope,
rage.

And somewhere between
brushstroke and buzz

a kind of truth
hovers.