Sexually Rejected Flies Turn to Booze

by Courtney Edwards

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There’s a lot to be depressed
about when you’re a lonely
fruit fly
and you can’t take
       the heat,
walking slower toward the scientist’s open
because you see the inevitable
on your tiny body and
you must move
Through magnified eyes they observe
your listless legs
hesitant wings
Calculating sadness,
levels of neurotransmitters.
promptly prescribing
                     Prozac, offering
       they won’t quench

the fire.

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