gets into the car.
he's on my leg.
a fat
screaming cicada.
i can't even hear the radio
he's so loud.
he's all lungs.
he buzzes about,
staggering like a drunken
sailor.
dumb
and trapped beneath
the seat.
and then it stops.
is he dead, or sleeping.
will he start
up again in 17 years,
if i still have this car?
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