The soles are falling off my shoes
telling me miles are a season and my skin will be shed
if I just keep walking.

A cicada is clinging to the bed sheets
Shivering out of a foggy film
I rise and wrap myself in photographs for warmth.

I had dreamt you were the same person in a few endless bodies
I have been seeking you since your inception in my mind
You ruthless parasite.

You burrow in me for 10 years
and erupt from the cracked ground when it finally rains.
You escape for a short day
Short life, long sleep
We die happy.