The summer cicadas 
are in my mind tonight.
Their low droning drowning me –
can’t tell if it’s one
	or two
or maybe three –  because they’re so loud in my head I can’t even hear myself think
can’t even remind myself I can tune them out
I can’t count them because there’s so many it’s overwhelming
like 
all the sounds I’ve heard and 
all the sounds I will hear 
will only be maddening humming
just loud enough to be audible.

Aren’t I stronger
	than this?