“I Caught A Fly Today, in Mid-Air”

I caught a fly today, in mid-air with one hand.
I heard it to my right and my hand sprung out
and it was snatched
without looking.

Now, 
It goes without saying 
that this means I am some sort of deadly super-spy, 
put into sleeper mode,
hidden amidst the sublimely mundane
only faintly conscious
of my true importance.

But my question,
what I’m wondering,
I guess,
is this:
When the hit squad comes for me and I dispatch them with terrifying efficiency and
the government agents show up and tell me
that I’m in hiding from a cabal of the world’s deadliest killers
known
as The Gemini Contingency, and
a crusty, older, disavowed agent shows up and tells me that, 
damn it,
I’m not hiding from the Gemini Contingency,
I AM the Gemini Contingency, 

and

I grapple with who am I really, and realize I want my family and quiet life,
because they may have created the perfect killer,
but the one thing they didn’t count on 
was love 
and
I use my deadly skills one last time to take down the very organization that created me 

I’m wondering if anyone can recommend
a good tailor. 

Because I’m pretty sure
I’m the kind of super spy with a bespoke suit.

But

while it has been suggested that catching the fly means none of these things
I think we can agree
this is absurd.

I think we can agree
that the suggestor is part of the conspiracy

Because if so, that I am not hiding amongst the sublimely mundane,
but that,
damn it,
I AM the sublimely mundane

That I can skip the torment and drama
and even the tailored suit and
just realize I want my family and my quiet life
because the one thing I didn’t count on
was love

Then

I am not the protagonist, and
the story isn’t about me at all

Just a life
buzzing at the periphery
waiting to be snatched
without looking.