burrows and barrows

i am a cicada
burrowing far
screaming every
night without end
in these barrows
beneath the city
there isn’t a
parking garage
that hasn’t been
forced to endure
the words of a fool
no sparrow left
unbothered by
the constant flow
spilling from
my heart into
the electrosphere
a cloud of static
polluting the aether
in strained longing
a cicada leaving
cracked carapaces
in the form of
love letters in
every open spot
bathed in yellow
light carved carefully
from the ribcage
of dallas itself


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