THE WAR BY SALLY K LEHMAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 87

Don’t know where they came from but

two flies are on the windshield

– combating, seemingly conjoined.

Hooked at what seems to be two backends.

As the he/husband to me/wife

moves the Chevy backwards,

the wings flitter like they two

would fly off as one,

as they came as one,

but their windshield batt…