Pop-i Art

or
Narcissism
Revisited
(per
Patriarchal
Interpretation)

Translation: my dad done did it, dude.

phx

1. after the storm (central & roosevelt)
2. and inside songbird

Crux

These words

like chitinous husks
once housing

a wet and gleaming
cicada's molten writhing

(the dance of life itself)

now rattle in the breeze
devoid
of motion, moisture, and even reflected light.

Do not dwell on the words.

The honeyed cicada has been consumed.

All we have is this moment.