SEPTEMBER TOWN

One fear is that.

The sound of thecicadas.

Out there in theblackness zone is going to crush my head.

Flat as a piece ofpaper some night.

Then I'll beexpected.

To go ahead withnormal tasks anyway just because.

Your head iscrushed flat.

As a piece ofpaper doesn't mean.

You can get out ofgoing to work.

Mending the screendoor hiding.

Your brother fromthe police.