Noticing that a large fly was buzzing around the apartment since morning, I opened a couple of windows to give it a chance to escape. It kept buzzing around, though. And so I swatted it and threw it into the toilet. I did not flush. Not long afterwards I returned to the toilet and shat on top of the fly. “Poetic justice,” I mumbled to myself as I was wiping my ass, but I could not figure out what any of this had to do with either poetry or justice.