Grim: A Fly Dies In the Tire Shop

I was sitting in the most desultory office in the United States.
The tire and oil smells permeated the carpet.
As I waited I read a nauseating classified ad newspaper
only because the book I had brought
generated the cruelest boredom imaginable.

Then I saw the fly.

It was the one from the coffee shop. It looked
exactly like it.

I picked up the useless ad-filled newspaper
rolled it up
and made use of it,
killing the fly on the carpet
where it blended in.