Fruit Flies
by Tiara Rurey-Bowman
They emerge from the depths below,
Following the scent of moldy fruit,
Damn you Drosophila Melanogasters!
I will kill you.
But you breed too rapidly,
Your eggs are abundant,
Not to mention invisible.
What’s a girl to do?
My apartment is an ideal temperature,
For your reproduction cycle,
I refuse to live in an ice box!
Leave me be!
But you mate after eight hours of birth,
I fear your invasion into my home,
Especially my kitchen.
I will defeat you.
But our diseases and your genome are homologous,
This frightens me,
As it should.
Drosophila Melanogasters be damned!
I will not stop eating bananas,
I will not stop composting,
but I might keep a tidier living space.
I will destroy you.
rureybowmant 