by Paxton Knox
cicadas leave behind a hoax
of a corpse, a crunch beneath
feet, a paper thin copy of their
old self. their coup de grace is
murder-suicide by nature. fake
their death, change their name,
move to brazil and cut their hair.
a corpse is scarier than a man
unless a man wants you dead.
little girls scream when finding
cicada shells on the windowsill.
(i do not)
About Paxton Knox
Paxton Knox is a queer poet and writer. You can find them in Oklahoma, and also on twitter @paxtonknox.