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A Poem: The Brood of Lucky ’13 

The next time the cicadas come
I’ll be 46, with:
a mortgage or a hovel full of empties;
a woman brave enough to try it
or disproportionate arms;
kids, or more abortions
(more abortions, more abortions);
another list of the right people
I met at the wrong time.

Burrow back down your holes, bugs
and take your pressures with you.

I won’t miss your humming
thrumming, buzzing
through my fumblings.
When the wind and rain
knock your vile remnants
from the tree bark
my pity will be elsewhere:

Seventeen more blinks.

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  • A poem by Mike Vahsen.

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