Cicadas

i love the way she calls me, buzzing her chirps
to tenderize my own calls

when the mud and nest is a nest and home
our larvae fire acid into notebooks
in my image and for namesake

i may sleep in semen and tissues
but the trees i bark up get bigger every year

by Mike Sabino

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