Flies on the window

Trying to get out
Float to the top

Die at the bottom
Clean them out of the crease

In the frame
Wash my hands after

Sometimes I feel like the fly
Searching for sustenance

Lured inside by cool air
And pretty lights

& abundance of fruit
in bowls on kitchen tables

But then the window shuts,
And I am trapped

Will you clean me out,
When you find me

Dead at the Bottom?