What The Cicadas Are Singing – Carly Maria Hubbard
I keep coming back
to that VW bug
glued to the bottom
of the horizon,
back lit by a sticky
sunset on an orange
summer night,
the blistering air
humming with the far off murmur
of what might have been traffic
or static from her eyelids
or the color of irises
in the quickening shadows,
counting pulse points
in the bodacious way stars appear
from a Midwest murkiness—
one by one, spelling out stories
but never telling their end
Carly Maria Hubbard
Carly Maria Hubbard earned her BA in Creative Writing from DePaul University. Her poetry and flash fiction have appeared or are forthcoming in Hooligan Magazine, formercactus, Flash Fiction Magazine, Porridge Magazine and Pink Plastic House. She is an accidental one-time winner of the Uptown Poetry Slam and often suspects that the spirit of lucille clifton is trying to contact her. Carly is a poetry reader for Homology Lit. Come play with her on twitter @carly_maria
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I admire the spareness of Hubbard’s lines. It intensifies the sense of that background sound and the heat of the day.