At the Dinner Party

from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice

I focused on a housefly stuck inside two window panes.
Around me, loud discussion about the fate of
their departments, board members, salaries.
People spoke, but I watched the fly, wondering
if it knew how it got stuck in there,
if it realized it was stuck at all. 
Had it flown in, seeking warmth, but lost the
way to the exit? Was it already dead? 
I stared, trying to envision wings 
erupting from my shoulder blades. 
I adjusted my posture, for a split second
bugged out my eyes. No one noticed
I was already planning my escape,
metamorphosing between panes of glass.

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