I wrote this in 2006 for my creative writing class. The horsefly stands on her shrugDoesn’t notice, doesn’t careBlankness spilled across her pleasant face The horsefly stands on her shrugNot even a crumble of emotionIn her still hands and feet The horsefly stands on her shrugNo longer is there a distinctionBetween her and the marble … Continue reading Poetry: The Horsefly Stands on Her Shrug