“in the summer we are beautiful” – Underground 7.2

fat cicadas crawl
in on about you
burrowing nesting calling
for other bugs to join, freely join
and turn your carcass soft
into a vibrating musical
hive and here i come in reply
offering my own fleshy body
with its hollow bones and
empty echoing braincabinet,
another rotting concert hall
for chirring insect symphonists—
human opera houses,
our bodies sing with what’s
inside them, and like
two molted skins,
i and you we rot.

“in the summer we are beautiful” appears in issue 7.2 of Underground Art & Literary Journal.