hours before the awning fell a single screw dropped to 
the ground nobody noticed that it bounced and made a 
clinking sound disappearing through the grate when you're 
not sure you are so lovable you send out flies to keep an 
eye on me i hear the buzzing of your doubt like static 
through the phone lines and it's discouraging because 
inner revolution never stirs my surfaces like little fly 
arms doing backstrokes in my bowl leering up at me 
knowingly, they could not know you had no cause to worry 
i tried to swat away your fears oozing with sweetness, 
but they stuck to me. my face is cracking from a smile 
held like a liberty lantern hailing an aimless sea and 
screws are falling to the ground though you pronounce me 
finally sound a little doubt will do me in, don't you 
know? it gives me cause to worry and the flies on my wall 
are daydreaming but a fly on my thoughts would be reeling 
you'll never see into m head, even with all those little 
eyes, when you send bugs to do your bidding curious flies 
trailing behind suggest that something in me's died 
another self-fulfilling prophecy