Cicadas by Tamara L. Panici

the ditches lining our neighborhood 
              walks   are littered 
with the     hollow bodies    of cicadas
who are done  finding mates  & 
      thus done         with all         of life.
Their desiccated   corpses crumble
       under no weight                  giving  
themselves       to the humid       
       summer eucharist          & with a
kiss      of the wind           their entire
existence                                     undone.


Tamara L. Panici can be found picking up heavy objects, walking too far, and writing on anything you leave behind. She has recent or forthcoming work in Abyss & Apex, Black Poppy Review, Black Fox Literary Magazine, Fjords Review, and Flash Fiction Magazine. She thinks we should all eat more vegetables and be nicer to each other.