Eeek Love
Eeek Love: Art & Poetry
All week I’ve been plagued
by fruit flies. Michael suggests
an eco-solution: bats.
“They’ll keep you fruit-fly-free,
hide under the bed,
ask only that you take out
their guano from time to time.”
I consider it, wonder if I can
train them to use a bat-box,
but I’m in a killer mood.
The solution looks like a jar
of rotting cherries, smells
like pheromones. The flies
expect to dine well, then get laid.
La petite mort.
Mary Bast, Eeek Love