The Iridescent Conversation Piece

by Selima Hill

(for David Batterham)

When I see the frantic little legs,
I whisper to the frantic little fly

she’ld make the most desirable – if legless –
iridescent conversation piece,

and as I speak she seems to move away,
ankle-deep in syrup though she is,

as if she knows I’m so beneath contempt
for going on and on about desiring things.