Cameron Finch is a cross-genre writer and freelance editor. Her work has appeared in Entropy, Queen Mob’s Teahouse, Across the Margin, Orange Quarterly, and elsewhere. She interviews authors and small presses for the Michigan Quarterly Review. She recently received her MFA in Writing & Publishing from Vermont College of Fine Arts.
Stared at a fly for two hours tonight
His hairy feet scrabbling:
grabbing for starve-stained glass
Could have opened up the window
Could have banged his spleen
against his blessèd heart
Kept him in an upturned cup
Watched him berserk himself to sleep
his little thorax slowing
Stared at the fly for two more hours tonight
aware that dormancies are not
the same as death
And so, we wait, the fly and I —
for our reawakening.