Inspired by real-life scientific research in which flies’ genes are individually named.
We caller her Marilyn because,
She cried out of her blue glass eyes
Those halogen globes. The fly
She, our darling dainty deity, flapped,
Stumbled and circled around the petri dish,
Drunk from our syringes
Winging crumpled shapes in sterile air.
The list of names for other flies was filed away
Like a hall of fame. Cleopatra,
Jim, Blinky; but this was Marilyn.
For reality but beautiful, tiny
And ugly under our blinding white limelight.