Apr 20, 2008 21:24
little gnat in my bathroom sink
we exchanged glances
but they tell me you are too small to think
little gnat, don't look at me with specks of dread
i would never send you to the drain
or toilet paper crush you dead
i'll let you coast my soap dish
read my to-do list even
i'll treat you like a small friend, as i do my fish
then, when your 112 days are up i will find you
be a coroner for a nameless gnat
feel a certain sadness, like people at real funerals do
i'll see more gnats, think you resurrected
but you won't have, you'll disintegrate
at least i'll be distracted