Mike Sabino

Rookie (10.23.80 / New York)

Cicadas - Poem by Mike Sabino

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


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 20, 2004



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