#15

A vertigo of strings,
blurred lines wrapping you,
spinning and releasing like a yoyo,

a dizzy stance, the laundry machine
stomach turn, the slight step
to the left for balance.

Focus on the sun, or a plate
on the wall, or that red dot
from weak eyes that only make out red,

a curved wall making all vision
panoramic, and the camera pans
out to repeatedly show the same

fly, twitching its thin wings
on the white wall, next to the red
spot where you blink into visibility.