Don’t tell this to anyone.
There’s a fly in my fridge.
I just saw it flying in
towards yesterday’s sushi, unconcerned.
And I still closed the fridge, unconcerned.
But it got me thinking
(much easier than caring, like eating stale sushi).
What kind of person am I?
Not a person who wouldn’t hurt a fly.
There are things I would do.
Because I just couldn’t be bothered.
I have eaten off a dirty plate.
I have eaten off a floor.
(a lot of these things are about eating, for me and the fly)
So what kind of person am I?
Well, who do you think you are?