Is that a cricket chirping
In our hot apartment
This sweaty Kyoto night
Or a loose screw
In our old fan
That barely turns
The turgid air
I know you cricket
I saw you yesterday
Brown cockroach color
Peeping out from under my slippers
In the hall
My roach murder rage dissipated
When I saw your fiddlebow legs
And sad pinhead eyes
I let you live
Now you serenade us this night
Your repeated high C
Cooler than any old fan
That barely turns
The turgid air
This sweaty Kyoto night
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