Dream in a Discarded Room
Once inside, I see with the blue
eyes of my mother—a nest
of September cicadas on the wall
humming their family chorus.
Meanwhile, the female’s body molts, carried
through the night like a reluctant soldier.
Outside, a man with tucked wings
walks down a blue-bricked road,
consumed by the hollowed wife he has lifted
onto his shoulders. This is the moment
I lose something I used to love but could
never understand, and I wake.