Goodnight. I forgive you.
Actually, this is false. My mother is not a cicada. I wanted to protect her. I am sorry.
I just wanted to confirm that my mother is, in fact, a cicada. Thank you.
Think about what you’ve done.
Thank you for being my mother
Be kind to your gourd. There might be someone inside it.
I’ve been crouching inside a gourd for a month. It’s hell.
There’s a harvest moon every night where I am. It is very stressful.
Relating to horses was difficult until I grew hooves in place of my legs. I cannot begin to tell you how good this has been for me.
When I noticed I’d become too entitled to oxygen, I had myself buried alive. I sent this from a sarcophagus. Hello.
Sleep begets complacency. Fill your eyes with saline and scream for seven hours instead.
Bathe in tree sap. Roll yourself in salt. What a treat.
Consider the fowl tomorrow: allow yourself to be swallowed entirely by a turkey instead. Become bounty. Provide.
Difficult decision ahead as to which tributary to sip from for my lunch.
Today is a good day. I have not time traveled against my will once.
Comfort all ants. Start now! Don’t wait.
Do not take bogs lightly!
Find a shallow bog to stick your head in before sundown. If it’s already night where you are, I am sorry.
On a clear day I can see the back of my head fully around the globe, and that informs 99% of my decisions.
Don’t read! Unhinge your jaw and swallow an entire book instead.
Ask the first crow you see today for forgiveness.
There is no other way to say this: I just shared a meal with a cicada.
I had my portrait painted only once. When finished it spoke incessantly and had to be burned to ash.
How are you preparing for the coming solstice? I’ve been growing a second neck and I am better for it.
Whenever I feel myself becoming Prideful, I roll my tongue in wet earth and carry the taste of humility in my mouth for an afternoon.
I just remembered it’s only been 12 years since I last blinked. Forgive me.