In the hard heat crickets creep in
Under the door searching for water
And crumbs I drop on the floor
Which means soon enough
The house is full of crickets
Who make me their king
And teach me how to croak
Applause at orchestras
Of saws cutting strings
I grow thin delicate legs
Angled like safety-pins for leaps
But they keep me enthroned
As they facet my eyes
So I can see the world like them
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