crickets

You were going to say that I

left my grandmother’s red 

apron in your kitchen but instead you told me

to take the frog and to feed him crickets. 

Do I catch them in the 

field behind the hotel where the 

yellowing light leaves

tattoos in the grass after six where you’re

still cold in your brown scarf?

I didn’t find them there but I did find them in the

back of a fluorescent sawdust tomb lined with

glass walls and life inside, swimming backwards,

watery-eyed. 

Those crickets were getting loose, they were 

smeared on the tile. 

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