I trapped the fly
in the drain.
Like a monster
I turned on
the water and killed
the small thing.
I wondered if
this is how
cavemen met
their end as
dinosaurs closed
in on them.
The two deaths were
much less than
similar. I
couldn't see
myself eating a
nasty fly.
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Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal works in the mental health field in Los Angeles, CA. He was born in Mexico. His first book o poetry, Raw Materials, was published by Pygmy Forest Press. He is a member of the Guerrilla Poetics Project. His poems have appeared in Cerebral Catalyst, Zygote in my Coffee, and Unlikely Stories.
