last night there were cicadas chirping in my head
i kept hearing them, and it got so loud
walking around didn't help me locate the sound.
it wavered
then i closed the window a bit and
they stopped.
but it was open, so were they real?
i'm not sure
cicadas remind me of north carolina
where i can't go anymore (they would rip me to shreds)
and late nights in texas
down south where nights are hot.
but the night here is cool and crisp
unlike the fuzzy sounds in my brain
a chirping choir
like the opera the wayne's went to before they
got shot.
chirping like the birds that tell you when death comes
which were they?
chirp chirp
chirp.
-jb
