My Enemy the Fly

Every time I go to the coffee shop
there’s this fly.
He lands on the back of a chair
or the table
or my computer
or my hand.
I hate flies.
I’m sure it is the same fly every day.
He looks the same and
he always lands in the same places.
Someday I’m going to kill him.
I should be able to do that soon.
Fall is almost here.
Hurray for Fall.